Tuesday, January 1, 2019

Anna Von Reitz...And Now, Comes the Basement...Clinton Indictment ....Blue Beam, Green Beam, and Now, White Beam

And Now, Comes the Basement.... 
By Anna Von Reitz 
Every housewife in the world knows what that means. 

It might be the "Junk Drawer" or the "Man Cave" or the "Basement"--- however you put it or wherever it is, it is the usual domicile of stuff collected and left to run amok. Imagine "the Basement" after a 7.0 Earthquake? 

It has been a month since the Big Quake of 2018. We recently had two aftershocks that were big enough to count as notable events, but thanks to everything being ruined once already, nobody I know has reported additional damage. 

So in all my spare time, such as it is, I am in the basement, sorting, cleaning, picking up, cocking my head to one side wondering what it is --- or what it was. 

In our case, the basement is literally a basement. It's normally a nice, clean, orderly space---- not so much now, but being set to rights. It's dry and its large and open and well-lit, not the dank and dark basements I recall in the Midwest as a child, but an optional working space for doing oddball projects and for storing stuff. Lots of stuff. 

This is, therefore, an ongoing exercise in organization and reorganization of stuff that is either damaged or not damaged, and picking up the mess in between. 

I have a few shelves of canned goods and that sort of thing in the basement, as you would expect from a Tin Hat who chooses not to be dependent on the grocery store opening every day of the year. And as an Alaskan, I have my fair share of camping gear: tents, fishing poles, gun lockers, outdoor camp stoves, tackle boxes, snarled nets, and all. 

This is the moment when I sigh and say, "It would be cheaper and easier just to buy fish!" 

And everyone else says, "But, Mom!......." as if I had just cursed the dog or kicked the family cat. 

So the arduous business of cleaning and sorting and oiling and unsnarling fishing rods and reels and lines must be done ---- slowly, because that is the only way it can be done. 

I say softly to myself, "There must be a better way....." and shake my head and go on. If anyone knows a good way to store a dozen or so different kinds of rods and reels, women all over the world are waiting to hear about it. 

The salmon and halibut rods are thick and short and have massive reels. The trout rods are just as determinedly long and slim with light, fast reels that hardly seem to be reels in comparison to the saltwater gear. And none of it seems to fit naturally anywhere. 

I weigh my options grimly: separate the reels from the rods or leave them attached? Divide and conquer, I say. But then, I have to deal with the screws and fittings.... ah, individual plastic gallon bags.....but where in all this mess are the gallon bags? 

You see how this goes. It is what Pat McManus defined as a "sequential vortex" where you start out with a seeming practical goal --- in this case, to unsnarl and store fishing gear --- and step by step, in logical enough sequence, wind up in another corner of the basement wading through boxes of other "stuff" entirely, looking for plastic bags. 

Only God knows where the trail leads from here. For all I know it could go from plastic bags to the machine shop, looking for reel oil in a mess nearly as bad as this one is. 

Why the reel oil is never stored with the reels, but instead wanders about with all the other oils --- "Three in One" and Mineral and "Amsol" and "WD-40" and "Grinder's Friend" as well as every kind of Motor Oil known to man --- is a mystery known only to my husband and other men. 

These considerations are in part why recovering from an earthquake is such a slow process. It's existential. And sometimes a crisis. 

The slow slog through re-ordering one's life forces us to ask all sorts of questions and find answers that we were never looking for before. 

I am a stubborn woman, battle-hardened in the fight against chaos. The gear will get sorted, the reels will get oiled, the lines will be tied back, and everything will find a safe place to hang or lean until next season when the Fish Hunters come mess it all up again. 

So I stop and consider whether or not the damage and mess created by the earthquake is the same as, or similar to, the mess and damage created by tired fishermen leaving their poles all more-or-less jumbled together in a heap? 

I admit I don't know--- and will probably never know--- and slog onward at a slow and dogged pace. One of the odd things about an earthquake disaster is what gets damaged and what doesn't. I lost my China, karate-chopped by compression waves as it sat innocently in my kitchen cupboards, but somehow kept a very large glass case full of crystal ware --- all untouched, standing inviolate in the midst of the dust and rubble. Go figure? 

God decided it was time for new China, but liked my crystal pattern? 

Christmas dinner (and New Years and all the holidays to come after, we hope) was saved by friends who sent me Service for Sixteen?????----- in a beautiful new Mikasa pattern, "Parchment". Opening the boxes was a giddy experience. I felt like I was twenty again, and signed up for a bridal registry. 

How did they know that the set I lost was also Mikasa---albeit, from thirty years ago and now considered antique? (It used to take 100 years to become "antique"--- now, only 30.....go figure, eh?) 

You can't plan for a gift like that. You just have to rock back on your heels and wonder. Here I am, setting sail into my old age, with a brand new set of China, made by the same company I chose so many years ago.... ? Even my husband's jaw dropped. 

God is good, and so are those who are His hands and feet on Earth. 

The women who sent me this precious gift couldn't know that the set I lost was Mikasa, but He did. And so, as unlikely as it seems, I am totally restored, right down to having China made by the same company----and more place settings, too. The set I lost was service for twelve, not sixteen. 

Those who sought to do evil were totally countermanded by those who sought to do good. 

I have oftentimes suspected that that is what life is all about ---- a testing ground to see what we will choose, either good or evil? And I have observed that those who choose good, reap goodness in return, while those who choose evil receive it back in full measure. 

There's a time delay involved, sometimes more time, sometimes less --- but what goes around, does come around---- for men and for nations. 

Those who cheated and defrauded our country and our people back in the Nineteenth Century and through the Twentieth Century are about to get their harvest via the nationalization of all their ill gotten gains, the breaking of their monopolistic strangle-holds, and the end of their crime syndicates and interlocking trust directorates. 

Even the mechanisms of their operations --- their DOG LATIN spoofs and "secret languages" and "codes" are broken and revealed so that they can do nothing, their trademarks and false copyrights, too. The foot soldiers of all this evil--- the attorneys and the soldiers and bureaucrats, are all being informed and separated as the sheep from the goats. 

Each one will make their choice and be accounted for what they have chosen. And it will all get sorted out, just like my basement.

Clinton Indictment 
By Anna Von Reitz 
The only Clinton Indictment I have seen is a Common Law Indictment. The only place that the Federales have left where such an indictment can be served is the Federal Postal District Court --- and that has to be manned by people occupying the land jurisdiction of this country, like me, and enforced by people occupying the land jurisdiction of this country. 

None of the Municipal or Territorial employees can do this, because the Constitutions allowing their operations forbid it. 

That's how the Clintons and other criminals have gotten away with their activities for so long. 

It's like the old movies where the guys running gin to New York during The Prohibition got their hot rods "over the county line" and thumbed their noses at the pursuing County Sheriff. 

The criminals are using our land jurisdiction as a safe haven, because they figure we will never have brains enough to figure out what they are doing and come after them. They cross over the line and stand there grinning at the cops, who, after all, are only "law enforcement officers" ----and can't cross the line. 

The Territorial and Municipal employees --- have to stand back and suck their thumbs, because they can't pursue these criminals if it means trespassing on our land jurisdiction. 

So even though the Indictment against Hillary Clinton being circulated on the internet is correct and lawful, it requires people to wake up to enforce it. We have to seat the appropriate Federal Postal District Courts and we have to appoint men to act as Bounty Hunters to arrest these criminals, who otherwise shelter in our jurisdiction the same way that pirates used to shelter in the Caribbean Islands. 

As more Americans "come home" and "re-populate" the land jurisdiction we are heir to, and as more people understand the jurisdictions established by the original Constitution, and as more competent Americans step forward to organize the necessary Courts and also to enforce the Public Law, we will bring these fiends to justice. 

Mr. Trump is doing a good job maintaining control and cleaning out the Swamp on his side of the fence. We need to do the same on ours. 

I realize that this is easier said than done. We have relatively few people who are competent to fill the vacancies of the Federal Postal District Courts and even fewer who are up to speed on the nuances of the Bounty Hunter provisions of the Territorial 14th Amendment. But we are paying attention and we are making progress and more and more people are learning the facts of the matter. 

This situation developed over the course of 150 years. Fixing it isn't easy or instant. 

We aren't going to be able to click our heels like Dorothy and resolve it simply by "going home" --- once we get home, we have to deal with the criminals who have infested our farm back in Kansas.

Blue Beam, Green Beam, 
and Now, White Beam 
By Anna Von Reitz 
The "Blue Beam" revelation came from Canada, which has long been used by European King Rats to mis-administer our property. There is a logic and history to this misuse of Canadian sovereignty by the Governor of Ottawa and The Chair of the Estates office, but will spare you for now. 

Suffice it to say that the perps behind so much of the misery in this world found a way to feather their nests in Ottawa via essentially the same mechanism as some vermin "declared" New York City to be a separate international city-state and used that as a mechanism to promote crime and treason in this country. 

Part of the crime issuing out of Ottawa and also Ontario has already been reported: Prince Philip's "erroneous" collection of over $950 trillion dollars worth of "Life Force Value Annuities" actually belonging to Americans and Canadians. 

Another part of the same crime center's activities resulted in Jamie Dimon (J.P. Morgan) defrauding the City of Rome Trust (AUC) of $479 Trillion that surely doesn't belong to him. 

So the Tin Hats (used here as an affectionate and honorary label) who first reported on "Project Blue Beam" --- notably Canadian journalist, Serge Monast, [who died mysteriously of a "heart attack" soon after publishing his findings about a NASA project aimed at faking a "Second Coming" and using that as a means to establish a New World Government under the leadership of an Anti-Christ pop idol] found out about this because they were in Canada and not the United States. 

Everything was being staged out of Canada, via the use of these bogus independent international "city-states" being established in violation of Canadian sovereignty --- just as all these huge financial credit swindles have been staged out of Canada. And once again, the villains are the Municipal Government Agencies ---- NASA, NSA, CIA, et alia. which are all private sub-contractors of the Municipal United States Government. 

Now, in view of all else that is happening, do you think that the recent "Blue Beam" attacks in which electrical transformers were taken out in plain view of millions of people in New York were "real" enough so that we can dispense with the convenient "conspiracy theory" label and hit the Liars where it hurts? 

We have Project Blue Beam in evidence. And here in Alaska, we have "Project Green Beam" too --- just as the sky over New York lit up blue, the sky over Anchorage, Alaska, lit up green just moments before the 7.0 Earthquake. 

And last night, here in beautiful Big Lake, Alaska, we had the entire sky light up pure white, three times in succession, brilliant white light so intense that it "faded" out the black outlines of trees. 

Now, you can think that the Tin Hats are crazy and call us names, but time after time, the Tin Hats have been proven right and have done the right thing while all the fashionable and "trendy" people have been silly, self-interested fools adept only at infantile lies and name-games and propaganda techniques promoted by Tavistock Institute, now known as "A.K. Rice Institute". 

And if I am any judge of things, you are about to see a mercenary "war" between Black Water, now calling itself "Academi" ---- and the former Muni "agencies" ----- to which I say and I warn everyone concerned --- better not take place on our land or affect our people. 

We are not "domestic targets" with respect to either one of these groups, and if they bother us in any way, they are guilty of war crimes ----and we are owed the full support and action of the United Nations to put a swift end to them and their activities, under the Geneva Conventions and the ENMOD Treaties. 

This is not political, and it isn't going to be regarded as commercial, either. These are criminal activities and will be treated as such.

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