What If?

 By Anna Von Reitz

It's late afternoon on a very short winter day in Alaska.  The last shreds of sunset touch the western windows. The kids are barely home from school. The animals seem content to curl up and stay inside, being more companionable than they are at other seasons. 

I've taken a long ramble through arcane history today and I am tired if not cross-eyed from staring at the faded, fancy handwriting of a diplomatic scribe writing in eighteenth-century French.  Translating it is tedious but do-able, and I have to pause and rest a moment. 

What if Lincoln had stood up in any public or quasi-public venue and said, "My cabinet members are planning to kill me and Generals Grant and Sherman are going along with it."

Just that much.  That succinct.  It would have probably saved his life. And our country.  

If he really wanted to overturn the tables, he might have added: 

"They are all working for the Queen.  They are not acting as Americans."  

Two sentences spoken at the right time in any public venue would have ended the Great Fraud as it got started, and caused a mucking out of Washington, DC, that would have lasted for many decades and convinced our British Territorial Subcontractors to tend their knitting and drink their tea. 

But, aside from cryptic remarks made to his wife and eldest Son and his Chief of Staff, Lincoln didn't speak.  Why not? 

The most obvious answer is threats to his family. If you go back and read the history, all of Lincoln's younger sons died of childhood diseases that were fairly common at the time -- but there is an unsettling lack of agreement in the newspaper reports. 

Some reports say it was Scarlet Fever, another says Meningitis, a third says Whooping Cough and a fourth says Consumption -- that is, Tuberculosis. 

Which is it?  Surely, doctors skilled enough to attend to the President and the President's family, could identify common diseases of the day ....unless the symptoms were atypical.  And they would be atypical, if the younger Lincolns were being poisoned. 

Trying to save his dwindling family could cause a man to stay silent. 

The characteristic sounds of the old hot water radiators kicking on makes me stop to consider: we are still heating buildings with hot water, no different than the Romans, two thousand years ago, but my roving mind-- like a hound on a scent-- wanders on. 

What if Lincoln didn't have enough evidence, and a nagging sense of fairness or fear of political fall out kept him quiet?  

It would be extremely awkward and look ungrateful to accuse General Grant, when Grant had just handed Lincoln the victory.  

Lincoln would have had to be sure and have hard evidence against Grant; otherwise, he'd create more chaos and risk the displeasure of the military.  Not a good thing, a week after Lee's Surrender. 

Later, Mary Todd Lincoln would accuse both Grant and William Henry Seward, but she was a "high strung woman" and "out of her mind with grief".  They gave her massive doses of Laudanum - an addictive opium tincture, as a sedative. 

Or maybe Mary Todd Lincoln was there, saw who pulled the trigger, and noted how conveniently Grant had excused himself and his wife from going with the Lincolns to Ford's Theater that night.  

Maybe Mary Todd Lincoln put two and two together and arrived at four.  

There are many odd, inexplicable similarities between the Lincoln Assassination and the Kennedy Assassination a hundred years later.  Instead of cryptic comments to family and a trusted aide, JFK stood up in public and spoke of a ruthless hidden adversary that he promised to expose --- but like Lincoln, names were never named. 

Why not? 

Like Lincoln, Kennedy had a family he loved, a wife and two little kids.  Perhaps he stopped short out of concern for them. 

For whatever reason, he stayed silent.  He never named names.

Let this be a lesson learned.  If you are going to take out bad people or bad agencies, don't talk about doing it.  Just do it, and don't miss your aim. 

Granna

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International Public Notice: Evidence and Insight

 By Anna Von Reitz

Many people are now waking up and coming to the same conclusions from many different directions -- a natural process when you reach a certain tipping point in finding the solution to a puzzle, and suddenly, everyone can see the overall pattern and starts adding pieces. 

Those who produced the video linked below latched onto one of the easier proofs-by-observation: the difference in basic definitions between Bouvier's Dictionary (land) and Black's Dictionary (sea).  

They seem to have interpreted this disparity in terms of a plot (inferred to be a plot by the Bar Associations) to change dictionaries instead of a change in jurisdiction that compelled the use of different forms of law and the use of different dictionaries, and different definitions, but they aren't far wrong. 

There was a change in definitions, in dictionaries, and forms of law. 

https://rumble.com/v72dp1s-why-we-must-restore-the-republic-must-watch........html

This happened when a British Territorial "President" -- Abraham Lincoln --  of a British Crown Corporation calling itself "the United of America" (Incorporated) substituted itself for the lawful Government owed to this country.  

Lincoln acted in Breach of Trust and under color of law to do this and it resulted in: (1) a British Territorial Subcontractor, literally a Service Vendor, commandeering our government apparatus; (2) unlawful conversion of the American Military into a private Mercenary Force and their illegal occupation of this country under pretense of war; (3) 

change of the jurisdiction this "government" was operating in, and therefore, change of the dictionaries, definitions and forms of law. 

The Perpetrators acted under conditions of strict secrecy and got away with it for 160 years before the Americans nailed it down.  

The British Territorial Corporation operating under a very similar name was deliberately confused with and substituted for The United States of America -- our unincorporated Federation of States.  

To make the impersonation more flawless, certain Scottish Industrialists soon created "The United States of America" --- Incorporated, so that on paper, their corporation literally appeared to be our Federation of States.  

These two commercial corporations, "the United States of America"--Incorporated, which was Lincoln's original corporation, and the Scottish version, "The United States of America" --Incorporated, conspired together, with Lincoln's original corporation controlling the delegated Powers we granted, and the Scottish Impersonator substituting itself and further purloining the identity and powers and assets of our unincorporated American Federation of States. 

There have been many bankruptcies and reorganizations and false claims in commerce and all sorts of fraud, deceit, and violence since then, but this initial successful gambit provided the template for additional rounds of the same frauds and impersonations to be repeated with slightly different variations. 

True to form, these paired commercial corporations and their managers see living people as commodities to be bought, sold, traded, controlled, manipulated, and owned.  They privately refer to us as "livestock" and via purloined citizenship registrations of babies, they have contrived a means to "legalize" treating us as livestock. 

Via this same citizenship registration process, they have obtained unconscionable contracts illegally and unlawfully converting Americans into British Territorial Subjects and subjecting Americans to their Territorial Law, which is limited to Maritime, Admiralty, and internal corporate Administrative law.  

This malicious constructive fraud also allowed the Perpetrators to evade their contractual obligations owed under The Constitution of the United States of America.  Only Americans are owed the Constitutional Guarantees; British Subjects are not.  

This ruse also allowed the Perpetrators to inflict private gift, estate, and excise taxes on Americans. This, coupled with conversion of the court system and overall jurisdiction of "government" operations already noted, further allowed them to unlawfully confiscate American assets and unjustly enrich themselves under color of law.  

In a nutshell, the nineteenth century Robber Barons and Captains of Industry figured out a way by which they could commandeer the powers of government without appearing to do so, and they could then use those powers of government to gain monopoly interests, rig commodity markets, carry on wars for profit, access national credit accounts for their private piggy banks, print fiat money using other people's assets as collateral, issue labor bonds against the value of other people's labor, use their private corporate tribunals to selectively punish their competitors, use the patent office to restrict competition, and so on.  

So that's what they did and that's what they gained. Except that most of them have been dead for over a 100 years, they all deserved to be hanged.  Perhaps we can hang them in effigy.  Establish a glorious public latrine as the new Lincoln Memorial. 

To be fair, there is evidence that Lincoln balked and tried to block the Great Fraud in the few days between Lee's Surrender and his own death; just like JFK, Lincoln called them out but failed to name names. 

So that is what they have done, and it is all 100% criminal.  

No issues of race, politics or religion. Just crime. 

Unfortunately, America is not alone in being abused by this same confidence racket; the Perpetrators succeeded and so, were encouraged to apply the same template to country after country, using any means fair or foul. 

Today's video shows you another piece of the puzzle and easy evidence in support of what we have been telling everyone since 1999.  

Issued by: 

Anna Maria Riezinger -- Fiduciary

The United States of America

In care of: Box 520994

Big Lake, Alaska 99652

December 4th 2025

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If You Want to Look for Camelot

 By Anna Von Reitz

Look for a small lake with a small island nestled in a mixed pine and hardwood forest --- a place that is very private with a small river and small waterfall feeding into the lake; it is described as being in the Auvergne Forest and having a perfect climate -- which implies that it is in-between the humid western Auvergne and the harsh dry east -- but somewhere where there is a perfect microclimate in this mostly wild and wasteland place.  

That's the thing.  Nobody would ever look for Camelot in the Auvergne. Even the tourist photos are discouraging.  Dead volcanoes. Average looking countryside. Healthy looking cows. Nothing magical here. 

This is why Camelot was called a "charmed place", because everything around it was not beautiful -- so that this little bit of land and lake struck people as being magical and out of place. 

"A short distance away" you will find the ancient brooding citadel of Camelot, either in ruins or covered up by a modern city.

I have never sought the Citadel of Camelot.  It is described as a "mountain" facing west, and somehow assuming a man's "stern visage gazing westward", enclosed on either side by massive stone walls made of blocks of stone the size of boxcars (Megalithic stone work) that "rise in tiers like steps".  The treads of these "steps" are covered with dense forest and access to the citadel itself was by narrow tracks running along the top of these forested "stair treads" with each step providing access to a different level of the citadel built into the side of the mountain. 

Directly in front of this forbidding place is a natural sheer cliff, then another strip of forest, and beyond that to the west, the Plain of Camelot where Mordred's armies camped. 

Whatever joy or beauty or strength that was in this citadel has long departed; it is, by now, a place where even birds don't like to stay and it has a peculiar mournful emptiness as if one of Morgan's spells of doom still lingers over it.  The light is odd, too, a very pale golden light like one sees occasionally in autumn, on days of very high altitude overcast.  The sun bleeds through as if it is faded or coming through a filter. 

"It is empty. Dry and empty. Amid tussocks of dry grass and rocks, our heroes bled."  That's the report of one of those who went looking for it in the 1700's.  

There are places in Germany and France where simply seeing photographs of them makes me sick to my stomach, much less being there in the flesh.  

La Cathedrale Notre-Dame-de-l'Assomption de Clermont, also in the Auvergne, with its black spires ---is one of those places.  

The hillocky pox-marked landscape of Verdun and the ghastly phallic-shaped Douaumont Ossuary still send chills and radiating fire up my spine and through my hands; a displaced sickness like mold creeping through the grass afflicts the place.  A queer metallic smell still lingers, though not everyone can smell it, and despite the hundred years and more, the landscape of Verdun and the eight other ruined villages surrounding it, have barely begun a biological recovery.  

I asked the Diplomat representing the Government of France why they have allowed this and done nothing but build benches and a Ossuary, turning it into a park -- of sorts. 

Their answer --- "To remember." -- sounded lame, and somehow insincere, as if remembering in the sense of honoring the dead had nothing to do with it.  

"To remember what?" I pressed. "The senseless death and genocide of a whole generation of men?"

The French Attache looked startled, surprised that anyone would not tamely back down and accept the politically correct answers.  He looked oddly guilty instead.  He glanced away.  

"This was the second salvo of your depopulation plan," I spat. 

"Second?" He finally responded mildly.  

"The Crimea," I responded, "and when the truth about that was about to come out, they had to shoot Archduke Ferdinand, because he was an honorable man." 

The mixture of shocked realization, the alchemy of the place, the disgust and repugnance and most of all, the frustration, boiled in my gut like a cauldron. 

All those young men were slaughtered with less mercy than cattle, and at night the thieves stole over the battlefield fringes like shadows, pulling the gold fillings from their teeth, stealing pocket watches. 

"The years have passed," I finally pronounced with a voice as if I were passing a sentence on criminals. "It's time for the Ossuary to be emptied like any charnel house, the bones returned to the Earth, and peace restored. The money you have wasted on this ghastly thing...."  I stood looking at the Ossuary, a giant glittering penis. "....can't be saved or turned to any other purpose.  You must tear it down, burn the pieces, salt the ashes, and bury what remains in the sea." 

The well-trained functionary's eyebrows shot up to the middle of his forehead, "Madam....." he gasped. 

"Nonetheless," I said, staring back at him, "what I say is true. If you leave these bones unhealed and leave the Earth to mourn, what you have done to them, will be done to you. Any fools-- much less a government, should know that much." 

"Then," I continued, "you must heal this place.  You must invoke the True God to heal it, not your sanctimonious master. Remove the dead ordinance, you cheap bastards."  

Tears began pouring down my face. 

"You have the equipment to do that now," I said, blinking, not wanting to touch my blazing hands to my face. "Make plans, or we will all be coming for you."  

"We?" His voice squeaked out like a frightened little mouse, wondering furtively what I meant, sensing the unseen ghosts in the air around and through and in between us.  

"Yes, we," I intoned and nodded. "You feel the cold, don't you?" 

No need to ask.  His teeth were chattering on this hot humid day in summer.  I could smell the reek of the battlefield, still pungent.  I leaned back away from him, my fists.

I took a deep slow breath and fought to overcome the smell of faded cordite, lead fuses, tainted bandages, the slime of wounds on gauze, trampled grass, mud, and pools of stagnant water.

"You didn't build this "monument" for them," I said.  "Not to remember them.  You built it as a monument to Death, like the Crucifix." 

The  French Diplomatic Corps bureaucrat pissed himself right there and then, the dark stain appearing suddenly and spreading and dripping from the hem of his pants.  His eyes were very wide and staring, pop-eyed, as if I were choking him. 

"Monsieur," I said wearily, "we see what you do in secret.  We see how you are.  We see how you mock Jesus while pretending to worship him.  You do all that he instructed you not to do.  He told you not to worship him, but that is your teaching.  He told you to call no man "Father" --- and what do you do?"

The poor fellow was very softly gasping and staring straight forward at something beyond my shoulder.  The cold was almost unbearable, but the fire rippling up my spine was keeping me warm enough.  I paused.  I tilted my head sideways. 

"You leave Jesus on the cross, dead, because you want to celebrate your big moment of victory.  You want to celebrate his death." 

"Mon dieu!" The poor fellow managed and fell sprawled out, and lay panting like a dog in front of me.  I poked at his bare ankle between his pant leg and the top of his rumpled sock, not with force, to encourage him to at least sit up. 

"You call on the True God when you need him," I observed mildly. 

"And are surprised when he still answers, after all the blasphemy and cruelty and evil that you've done." 

He curled up in a fetal position in response, still shivering in the cold, but the worst had passed.  

"You ---- " I said very softly, "Your government must heal this place and give those men a peaceful grave."  It wasn't an order.  It wasn't a request.  It was a statement of fact. 

I turned and walked away, back toward the parking lot, leaving him to find his feet and limp and bump awkwardly after me. I didn't turn and look at him until we got back to the car.  

"I'm so sorry!  I'm so sorry!" He was blubbering first in English, then in French, breathlessly, frantically.  

I nodded, and said, "You should be." 

He was one of those men who went to school, got good grades, had a homosexual experience when he was nineteen, got pulled into evil things that were way above his head, and convinced himself -- somehow -- that there would never be a reckoning.  He grew smug, convinced of his intellectual superiority, convinced that he was untouchable and secure. Even right. 

He never imagined anything like this happening. Tears were running down both sides of his face, but my tears had dried and the cool breeze that rises in the late afternoon washed over me. 

I looked back at the Ossuary.  It glowed dully in the changing light, still hideous, only now better lit. 

"I am so sorry," he said, one last time, with his voice stepping down to something like normal.  

"Don't give your apologies to me," I said. "Tell them, the men who died here. The men who never saw home again." 

He looked out over the quiet scene; there were only a couple distant figures inching forward across the landscape, an elderly couple, half-leaning on each other.  Perhaps they had family members buried here, and came out once a year, as some people do, to view the ruin and commune with the ghosts. 

I was torn between letting him drive in his agitated condition, or take the risk myself.  I had a momentary twinge of sympathy for him as he stared around like he'd just woke up in an alien world. 

Nothing would ever be the same for him.  

It was such a routine safe assignment.  Take this no-longer-young American woman out to Verdun.  Let her pay her respects-- yuck-yuck.  Boring. Babysit the  American tourist, saying all the usual things. Hot, humid....but now, he realized something more. 

It was, it was....depressing.  Heart-breaking.  A new rain of tears came and his handsome face twisted. 

Yes, he could feel again.  He took a ragged breath, looking bewildered. He could feel again.  He could sense his own life pulsing through his veins.  He could hear.  He could see. 

And yes, the Ossuary was hideously ugly, but worse than that, it had an evil meaning. It wasn't created to remember the dead.  It was created to mock them, mock their lives, mock their sacrifice. 

It stood there erect in the middle of that awful landscape, saying, here's the Big One, Pilgrims.  That, and nothing more. 

How had France, once a noble nation, come to this?  

Monsieur G. just stood there helplessly and wept.  I let him. He turned away, leaning back against the other side of the car.  He was trembling, but not with the cold of the Abyss. 

He was trembling because his heart was broken; he suddenly had sympathy for all those young men, with all that they suffered, with all their lives unlived. 

He could suddenly sense all the aged parents left lonely, the girlfriends and wives bereft, the children without fathers. The immensity of this bore down on him and crushed him, and I let it, because he needed to be crushed.  

He finally turned back toward me.  The sun was going down. I could hear the quiet burble of a Mourning Dove in the trees, and otherwise, for a moment, everything was perfectly silent. I said nothing. He said nothing.  

The ghosts crowded around us again. So many had suffered such awful deaths, one second alive, the next, blown apart.  It left them with no reference points, not even a moment to realize they were dead. 

I silently opened my arms to the empty air and mentally hugged each one of them.  

My companion opened the car door and slid into the driver's seat of the standard-issue Peugeot.  All his smugness was gone.  He stared straight ahead over the steering wheel as I got in the car.  Without a word, he turned the ignition and we slowly worked our way to the main road.  We didn't speak. 

When we got to my hotel, the doorman rushed forward with a big smile to greet me and open the car door.  I turned back just for an instant to grab my purse and found Monsieur G. staring at me.

He looked absolutely desperate.  There was something he wanted to say, but the words weren't coming out. What do you say, after such an afternoon?  

I  felt my heart melt.  

The impossibility of putting what he felt into words was self-evident to me.  Some things are just too deep, too complex, and being given your life back is one of those things. 

He went out to Verdun on a routine Veterans' Committee assignment, so smug, so selfish, so closed-off.  He didn't even realize it, but he could no longer feel. He had been more dead than the soldiers at Verdun.  

And now, he was alive again -- confused, drained, exhausted -- but alive for the first time in years.  The world was his again, full of new possibilities. 

"We'll probably never see each other again," I told him. "Not in this world -- but, you will go on and do great things. You will make the recommendations to rehabilitate Verdun. It will fall to you to do that. And you won't be afraid anymore, not of anything, not of anyone."

I turned away and closed the car door, knowing that it would be exactly as I said it would.

My advice? Don't go looking for Camelot.  Be Camelot.  Be that charmed country. Be that blessed space in the midst of ugliness.  

Open your heart, and you'll open your eyes and ears, and the true  mystery of life will come pouring back into you, surprising, alarming, 

painful....all those things, and more.  Much more.  Thrilling, humbling, rewarding, healing.... and still more. Love will come and peace will stay.  You won't live in fear anymore.  And the world will no longer be grey.  Your heart will no longer be deadened. 

Granna

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International Public Notice: Federation Directive to Mr. Trump

 By Anna Von Reitz

(1) Leave Venezuela alone and leave Venezuelan oil alone.  Concentrate on development of the Eastern Rockies Oil Basin.  If other countries don't want to sell us their natural resources, that's fine. We will develop our own -- cleanly and safely.  Theodore Roosevelt's Natural Resource Policy no longer applies in 2025. 

(2) Close and maintain reasonable, customary, and prudent security of The United States borders and immigration.  Proceed with deportation and evaluation efforts.  Let this unpleasant job be accomplished without  drama and with respect for individual people and families. Allow them to contact family members and if they came with wives and children, arrange group deportation of their children, spouses, and personal belongings so that they can leave as they came-- as families. Give them safe transport back to their country of origin and whatever reasonable support we can offer toward their resettlement. This is not about cruelty or politics.  This is about maintaining our own Public Law and integrity. Anyone who can demonstrate that they have realistic fear of political and/or religious persecution such that they genuinely need asylum should be set aside for special naturalization assistance. There is funding set aside for these needful purposes.  

(3) Cut off smuggling and human trafficking from all sources, including Eastern Canadian conduits.  Increase air and water reconnaissance over the Great Lakes.  Increase security and inspection on traffic through the St. Lawrence Seaway, and thru-traffic on all five lakes.  Pursue integration talks with the Far Western Canadian Provinces wishing to become Territorial Administrative States and make sure that they understand that this is merely a step on the way to becoming a complete State of the Union. 

(4) Plan for integration of the U.S. Marshals Service into the Continental Marshals Program which is replacing the old defunded Federal Marshals Program to form a competent shield against international crimes on both land and sea. 

(5) Redirect the FBI to focus on its original mission of detecting and preventing interstate crimes and its original jurisdictional mission limited to the Continental United States, and United States Territories and Possessions.  

(6) Similarly redirect the CIA to focus on its original mission and service area outside the Continental United States; refocus on intelligence gathering, detection, and assessment of offshore threats. 

(7) Redefine the National Security Council so that it is an American National Security Council; it's fine to consult with experts from a hundred different other countries, but those experts should not be sitting as members of our National Security Council and making or unduly influencing decisions about American National Security.  

(8) Find a new American Paymaster for the U.S. Military; it is not appropriate for SERCO, a British Corporation, to be acting as Paymaster while these men and women are in service to this country; secure the budget for the military functions and administer the disbursements accordingly. 

(9) Prepare for reintegration and normalization of the U.S. Military as part of the American Armed Forces. Everyone will be serving in a public, non-bonded capacity, under fully disclosed service agreements, as honorable volunteers. All service members will receive a 25% pay raise above their current rate as soon as possible, including military pensioners. Full dental care will be added to military insurance coverage for all active duty, reserves, pensioners and their dependents. No member of the military services or any dependent of theirs will ever be denied any medical or dental service on the basis that they refused services, for example, denied treatment for kidney disease because they refused to be used as a lab rat and vaccinated with experimental goop. Active duty members will be fully provided with complete million dollar personal life and permanent disability insurance packages made payable to their spouse, if married, or designated beneficiary/caretaker; this is to be in addition to all and any current benefits.  Veterans separated from the service and unemployed through no fault of their own will be eligible for Service-Related Unemployment Payments and assisted to find jobs. Homeless veterans will be given generous housing vouchers and if substance addiction or mental illness is involved in their homelessness they will be eligible for full-boat residential care, just like the rich people receive when they break down and run amok. There is plenty of money set aside for this. No matter what their duty station, no American serving in the American Armed Forces will ever be denied the benefit of the Constitutional Guarantees. All people born within the borders of a State of the Union or fully naturalized to a State of the Union will be recognized as American State Nationals, regardless of any registrations purloined from their Mothers when they were babies. All members entering the American Armed Forces will be fully informed about the meaning of citizenship, foreign citizenship obligations, and fully and without deceit informed regarding the choice to accept or decline foreign Federal Citizenship and/or retain their American State National status.  Foreign citizenship cannot be presumed upon or against any American, anywhere, at any time. 

(10) The foreign Judicial Districts which have been allowed to exist and proliferate throughout The United States are to be immediately and permanently shut down.  The District Courts operated under these Judicial Districts and the various State of State franchise District Courts/COURTS that have been used to practice personage and barratry against average Americans who are not knowingly, naturally, or voluntarily acting as Federal Dual Citizens are to be closed to public business and directed to exonerate all cases involving Defendants or DEFENDANTS appearing to be the names of individual Americans, return all property seized, issue restitution of not less than $500 a day and not more than $1000 a day per day of incarceration inflicted on these same Americans, issue notification of the awards, and provide enforcement support to return the properties illegally confiscated and otherwise make amends appropriate in each case.  These judges and attorneys need to be publicly disgraced for their disservice, deceit, and their own criminality in pursuit of undisclosed unjust enrichment, conflict of interest, and lack of delegated authority.  It will now be their job to repair -- to the extent possible -- the damage they have done to other lives, to American families, and American property while acting in breach of trust and under color of law. 

There is plenty of money and no reason to delay any of these actions. The sooner you get moving toward these reasonable objectives, the better.  If you have any questions, we are the long-lost People everyone is always talking about ---and our Federation of States is your ultimate employer and the Delegator of Enumerated Powers. 

You and your Secretary of the Treasury, Scott Bessent, seem very confused most of the time and need to get in touch with us, otherwise you are still required to perform the above directives and are left scrabbling around trying to extract the funding from phony public trusts and phony Federal Income Tax claims and all sorts of other puerile nonsense that victimizes your Employers, the very people you have been hired to protect and serve in good faith. 

 

Unless victimizing your Employers and being held liable for it is what you all really want to do, send me an email at: avannavon@gmail.com with the Subject Line: Granna.

Issued by: 

Anna Maria Riezinger -- Fiduciary

The United States of America

In care of: Box 520994

Big Lake, Alaska 99652

December 3rd 2025

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International Public Notice: About Time and Armoricans

 By Anna Von Reitz

Since the 1960's we have known and it has been proven mathematically that time -- as we think of it -- does not exist; this has only been confirmed and reaffirmed by quantum physics.  

The only "time" that exists is this moment we call "now" and now is a spatial phenomenon, also called "the bridge" or in Rome, "the Pontiff". 

Now you know the deeper arcane meaning of the former Office of the Roman Pontiff. 

Recently, there is a great deal of discussion about Lunar versus Solar calendars and systems of time keeping, with advocates passionately fighting over Mayan, Gregorian, Julian, Greenland, and so on. 

These are cataloguing systems that track events.  The concept of time is actually the spatial change in "now" that allows events to happen. 

Let's be clear.  Nobody really knows what time it is, because time does not exist. All calendars are arbitrary conceptual frameworks used to track events.  

In a sane world, we'd admit that it is handy to know and be able to prove a sequence of events in terms of before and after-- and that's really all any of the calendars or time-keeping systems do.  

Having a unified time standard makes it easier to plan, meet, and do business, because then we can determine with some ease -- not entirely -- when an event happened or is happening in another place.

As hard as all the governments have struggled to manage just this one little convenience, we have ample proof that the majority of people on this planet don't understand time zones, and large numbers of people are suddenly turning their attention to the issue of time and time-keeping.  

Some people are unhinged and in a personal identity crisis because they realized that they have a different birthday depending on whether you consult the Gregorian or Julian Calendar.  They smell a rat, but they can't quite put their finger on it. 

Consider what happened when the British adopted the Gregorian Calendar and passed The Calendar (New Style) Act of 1750.  

There were riots in the streets because people believed that the government had somehow stolen eleven days of their lives or placed them in a new fictitious world.  

Apparently, it did not occur to them that the "old" timeline was fictitious, too.  

Following the English Civil War, the Powers That Be in Rome simply erased 7,128 years of what we call history, in order to "correct a discrepancy" which amounted to dropping the Hebrew Calendar and the earlier Persian Calendar from "the scope of history"?  

Then they added 1,100 years worth of history back into their falsified accounting scheme, called this "the Dark Ages", and then deleted it again. 

There was always a different arcane meaning to the "Dark Ages" above and beyond what we are taught or left to assume as schoolchildren.  In Roman parlance, the "Dark Ages" are dark because they are hidden -- deliberately; in English it implies that we don't know much about them.  

This is a pattern. The Roman system hides the cheese; the English system remarks upon the fact that the cheese is hidden.  The people remain ignorant, yet the Perpetrators claim that they have given full disclosure, because they remarked upon the hidden cheese.  

Why were the Dark Ages hidden?  To hide the existence of entire civilizations that preceded Rome and made Rome look like a backwoods militia.  

They wanted us to believe in the "glories of Rome" and remain unaware of the glories of India, Africa, Russia and China.  They wanted to inbreed a myopic myth of European superiority, centered on Rome and the Roman Catholic Church. 

They cut off common access to all the rest of the history that earlier catalogues of events retained, similar to the way they manipulate the evening news, or impose internet censorship and AI information control by automatically attaching an AI middleman to every search you make. 

From 1700 onward, they decided, the world would depend on the history of Rome and the Roman Empire as the basis of the accepted Calendar and time-keeping model.  

There were darker, and more pragmatic reasons for this shuttering and blinding. Wiping away the calendars meant wiping away the events these calendars catalogued, too.  By erasing the dates, they erased the names.  And the treaties.  And the ownership interests. 

This instant erasure of "time" actually served to erase events, prior civilizations, prior ownerships--- everything and everyone that the Roman Curia deemed to be inconvenient or too expensive or embarrassing. 

India remembered the First Jesus, so their culture and history had to be discredited and Sanskrit had to be deemed indecipherable.  India remembered the Second Jesus, too, and that was even worse.

India's knowledge presented a direct threat to the Church's monopoly on Jesus, so India had to be denigrated and its culture mocked and its ancient writings bypassed.   The calendar of the Mahabharata had to disappear. 

Like everything else hidden in the "Dark Ages", it became relegated to the realm of myth and story and legend. 

The Ancient History of Africa had already been largely silenced and destroyed, but the erasure of the calendars -- not of "time" but of events -- neatly aided that ongoing process. Egypt was difficult because of the monuments, but could otherwise be passed over, thanks to the Saharan sands covering most of North Africa like a blanket hiding jewels. 

Money and goods and credit for innovations owed to China was materially inconvenient, so --- poof!  

Russia caused the most urgency and bile behind the move to erase the history of events by erasing the system cataloguing them. 

Rome owed Tartaria money -- lots of it -- so when the Great Earthquake came and shook the Earth as it had never been shaken before, the superstitious Romans not only claimed the fulfillment of Bible prophecy, but assumed God's judgement against Tartaria. 

They took their chance to wipe the calendar and erase Tartaria and their own debts to Tartaria. 

It isn't hard to understand how this works. We commonly do the same thing ourselves, when we cancel appointments and vacation plans and return theater tickets and reminders to pay the light bill --- and do what? Clear our calendar. 

A great deal of the rest of what remains of history and the calendars used to catalogue events, is the history of Rome avoiding its debts and conniving means to retain control, aided and abetted by their faithful sidekicks, cronies, and running dogs, the European Monarchs and the European "National" Corporations, like the UNITED KINGDOM, INC. and FRANCE, INC. and Germany, Inc.....  

Having sputtered awake, there are Legal Eagles all over the planet shaking their heads and muttering, "If the date is false, and the date is included on every contract, Will, sale, law, code, statute.... the whole document is voided by that one false element...." 

They can't really claim "fraud" concerning the dates and the dating system, because the calendar system as a cataloguing system to keep track of events has been fully disclosed, but they can claim that, materially, the date is false.  

Why?  Because time doesn't exist. 

And they can claim fraud with respect to the greater issue --- the hidden erasure of entire millennia, entire cultures. 

Part of what they have tried to obscure with their "Dark Ages" is the relationship of the French Armoricans with America, meaning the Continents, both North and South.  

Armorica is an Ancient French Celtic Kingdom (still has a flag and national ethnicity, too, its recognizable dialect, its traditional dress....) located on the far western edge of France, right across the English Channel from the Great Southern Ports.  The Armoricans are extremely intrepid navigators, sailors, and traders and from their home bases in Normandy and Brittany, they ventured westward, ever westward.  

As you can now literally see, the Dominion of Armorica includes Brittany and Normandy, Maine and Anjou.  It also has a strangely familiar flag in the modern era, and again, you see the red, white, and blue, symbolizing body, soul, and mind as well as land, air, and water, which is the living kingdom of every man. 

Armorica

Let's put this in perspective so everyone can see how close Armorica is to England, and why the British could not possibly "not know" that "America" is a British transliteration of "Armorica".  The French are not guiltless for hiding this, either.  

Armorican DNA is found scattered all around the Pacific Rim and among cultures that retain the memory of Mu and the Lemurians, there is the memory of the Armoricans, too.  Present day Hawaiaans speak of their "Amoorican" heritage; present day Mandarins remember the "Amar-khans".  All of Central Asia remembers "Samarkan". 

The Armoricans are famous for their golden eyes and for having gold-flecks in their eyes, tokens of their even more remote lineage to the Pashats of India and are also noted for their cat-like grace and wiry strength that gave them a natural advantage in sailing ships. 

When the Roman Curia pulled its sleight of hand and erased history by erasing calendars, certain things were too entrenched to avoid. 

They had to call North America and South America by these names, because these were the names of these land masses for centuries prior. 

Looking at the distribution of Armorican DNA worldwide, it breaks like waves, with the first wave edge running in a more or less vertical line from Southern Norway and Greenland through the middle of the British Isles all the way to Spain and Portugal and along the West African Coast.  A second parallel wave edge hits Eastern Ireland.  The next wave-edge hits continuously along the Eastern Coasts of both North and South America, then all the way across these Continents.  And through the nations of the Pacific Rim and Pacific Islands. 

The next wave front edge enters Russia from the Pacific, and the next, fainter, but still there, runs from the tip of Finland through Asia proper and Uzbekistan.  In Finnish, one of the oldest languages on Earth, the Armoricans were known as the "Senja" or "Strangers", and in Japan they were called "Senjei" -- a name so old that people have forgotten exactly what it means.

The Armoricans sailed everywhere and anywhere they pleased, bound only by the limits of their own courage.  They stayed wherever they liked on land, too, making "blood treaties" by marriage and bringing the innovations of many cultures with them.  

Each expatriate Armorican living elsewhere in the world became a harbor on land, a source of information for the fleet, an interpreter of the local language and culture, and often, the operator of a successful "trading grounds" --- a moveable, carnival-like market erected in traditional locations at known times of the year.  

This is where we get carnivals, fur rendezvous, and pow-wows, farmer's markets, Christmas markets, and seasonal street fairs. The Armorican hallmark is that these are "moveable" and seasonal markets.  They are not built of stone.  They are not permanent.  These markets come and go with the seasons --- and notably, the tides. 

Long before Christianity reached Western Europe, the Armoricans and their fellow French Celtic tribal neighbors, were celebrating the YuleTide.   The Yuletide is literally a tide in the ocean --- or lack of one, that appears in concert with the Winter Solstice; it's not another name for Christmas.  

The Yuletide occurs for three days once a year, when the ocean pauses and the restless movement of the tides ceases.  

Nothing could be more disconcerting for ancient mariners.  So the Armoricans beached and anchored and docked their ships wherever they were in the world, and they partied and lit bonfires and torches and gave thanks to the Universe they called "Mother".  

The Armoricans like the Hebrews and most other ancient cultures embraced matriarchy, not the patriarchy mandated by the narratives of the Roman Catholic Church.  When the Church demanded that they accept the Patriarchy of the Romans, the Armoricans replied, "Can you show us that God is not a woman?"  

This one sentence began the whole tradition of "negative averment" used in Maritime and Admiralty Law to this day, yet nobody knows this, because this is part of the erased calendars. 

This gives everyone a broad stroke view of where the name "America" came from, despite the pitiful attempts of the British to explain it away as a tribute to Amerigo Vespucci, an Italian mapmaker. 

As with many other matriarchal cultures, the Romans controlling the Roman Catholic Church sought to suppress, co-opt, and if all else failed, wage war against the Armoricans and erase their memory. 

The Belle Chers were the Clan Chiefs of Normandy long before any kingdoms were created by the Roman Popes. The Armoricans are an Ancient Clan of the Belle Chers that still exists. They deserve recognition as a Progenitor Nation of many modern nations throughout the world, and two Continents that bear their namesake.   

The point beyond this information given to the world as a place to start, is that attempts to divide people into "indigenous" and "non-indigenous" is another Roman ploy, another divide and conquer strategy.  Like time, there is no such thing as indigenous and non-indigenous.  

There is only being, like there is only now. 

We are, each one of us, a fractal piece of the Universe. 

The Belle Chers teach their children that they own their own land -- their bones and muscles.  They own their own sea --- their blood, which is the same salinity as the ocean.   They own their own air -- their breath.  They own their own fire --- their metabolism.  They own their own spirit -- encased in the vast electrical network that connects every part of them to every other thing.  

This is the truth and like all truth, we must seek it.  

There are always those who for selfish and small-minded and fearful reasons try to obscure the truth, and yet, the truth remains.  

You can clearly see now that there is no possible way that the French and the British --- both ---- "just forgot" where the name "America" came from, not when they trade back and forth across the English Channel every day, not when Normandy is considerably less than 300 miles from London as the crow flies. 

Take notice!  Notice to Principals is Notice to Agents; Notice to Agents is Notice to Principals.  

The Armoricans are still here after 36,000 years, with progeny on seven out of seven continents.  And the Americans are still here, after 160 years of British flim-flam and Roman pick-pockets, too. 

The time has come to honor what is true -- all of what is true, not just the parts that fit a narrative.  

Issued by: 

Anna Maria Riezinger -- Fiduciary

The United States of America

In care of: Box 520994

Big Lake, Alaska 99652

December 3rd 2025

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