By Anna Von Reitz
Please read my Irrevocable Will. While claiming all American assets public and private via other protective acts, I make it clear that all I am claiming for myself are the assets that are legitimately mine. I am not keeping anything that isn't actually and reasonably mine. I am not benefiting from or enriching myself or claiming anyone else's stuff.
Remember that huge pile of mittens in the gymnasium? I collected that pile of mittens, but the only ones I claimed for myself were my own mittens. Explicitly. I bypassed any supposition that I was claiming all these assets for myself, and made it absolutely clear that no, all I get out of it, are the things that are mine by rights.
Public service means that you serve the interests of the Public, not only yourself as a member of that Public.
My private right to possess and enjoy my own mittens was preserved as part of the Public Right of all Americans to possess and enjoy their mittens. I got nothing special out of it. I got no extra assets. No additional rights.
That's the irony of Public Service. You work your tail off and take risks and endure harassment and everything else, and at the end of the day, all you get out of it, is what everyone else gets out of it --- even the Slackers who sat around and did nothing.
That doesn't seem fair, does it?
I tote the rifle and risk my life, and all I get out of it, is the same as Pete down the street who sat at home.
Or I spend years in the basement pouring over faded documents in antique French, and bring the claims to restore the rights of all Americans --- and all I get out of it is the same as everybody else.
It doesn't seem right, but that's Public Service for you --- and if you stop there, you will feel sorry for yourself, and you'll resent the work, and you will often wonder why you put in the time and effort to "self-govern" in the first place.
What a thankless job!
But what if you don't do it? Then you and all the other Americans, your neighbors and friends, your parents, your kids, and everyone else, all lose out.
Corporations run roughshod and run amok, unopposed, unexposed, and the faceless, nameless machines that can easily outlast your lifetime, garner more and more power, the rich get richer, and you already guessed who pays for that.
So you do the work, because it has to be done. You put yourself in harm's way, because you are already in harm's way. And in the end, what you secure, the change you make, is no more or less for you than it is for people who sat around on their thumbs and called you names.
No pay. No bonuses. No extra income. No guaranteed retirement. Not even a wreath of laurel leaves. All you get is your own mittens.
Your own assets. Your own rights. You get no special status. No extra ownership interest in the government institutions you build. No "shares" in a corporation. No surplus pie.
You do it anyway. You do it because if you don't, things will just get worse. You do it because you want a better life, and you know that won't be possible if you leave the crooks in charge. You heft up that burden and you carry it along, and when one of us falls, we close ranks and carry on.
As irritating as it often is, you begin to sense something unexpected. A weird thrill of joy. It's because you found your strength beyond yourself.
You finally understand that old marching song, "Do Your Ears Hang Low?" Do they wobble to and fro? Can you throw them over your shoulder, like a Continental soldier?
And yes, you can, and yes, you do. And whatever you accomplish, you know it won't net you anything extra or different, but that's not the point.
The challenge against humanity came, and you answered it, not only for yourself, but for everyone else, in the past, in the present, and in the future. Forever.
You didn't do it to be recognized or rewarded. You did it because it had to be done, and because you were the one standing there, the one who got the message, the one who saw the danger, the one who realized what was at stake.
When push came to shove, it wasn't about you getting anything better, or different, or extra. It was about all of humanity and what we all deserve --- our mittens. And our peace.
Granna
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