This is the third part of a series of true stories called 'Running Right At Them'
Read part 1 here https://inspired.locals.com/post/2509764/running-right-at-them-true-story-part-1-the-fog
Read part 2 here https://inspired.locals.com/post/2525989/running-right-at-them-true-story-the-event-part-2
Contemplating recent events it became clear to me - we ARE running right at them. ‘They’ often don’t know that they belong to ‘them’ and on this quest for truth, freedom and sovereignty we were willing to talk to many different people within the system. Was it for us or them? Well, we had all lost knowledge, history, context and inner-standing.
I remember a turning point in this quest and there were many, but this one gave us more clarity.
A while ago Kristin and I had met Joe, who “coincidentally” was on a very similar journey and because we connected on so many levels, we soon decided to work together in our quest to bring truth and freedom back to mankind.
Joe called him self the ‘Freeman’ and had spend a lot of time researching the origins of law, the legal system, the fiat money pyramid scam and really anything else between heaven and earth. He had decided to leave the system and live as a freeman without bondage or immoral legal obligations to the state or anyone else.
Joe, like us, had a deep desire to go all the way and so a lot of our conversations revolved around the question on how the people within the system could be educated on what they are truly serving without knowing it - their own enslavement.
We had all realized that the world as we knew it was an illusion, a matrix that was created for one thing and one thing only - total control of the population. The only way to exit the matrix was knowledge. Knowledge that had been hidden, stolen, lost and kept from the population at large.
We focused a lot on the question - where does Man enter the legal system with all of its forms, rules and regulations? How can a living being be simply inserted into a preexisting system without having the choice? Wasn’t that the very definition of ownership and slavery?
All our research and contemplation had led us to the clear inner-standing that Man enters the system by having a birth certificate created in his or her name after being born.
Truthfully the birth certificate does not certify the birth of a living being, but the birth of a legal fiction with the same name, albeit spelled in all capital letters.
The birth certificate serves as the adapter between the living being and the commercial legal system. Yes, in this world every legal system is based on commerce, not common law.
Any document with ‘your name’ on it, is evidence of the legal fiction created in ‘your name’.
It’s not you that is represented on that document, but when you identify as that legal fiction, you put life into it and become responsible for it and all the obligations that come with it. A living being can never be taxed or forced to participate in immoral or harmful behavior just because someone made up rules and regulations and wrote them on a piece of paper.
This was a very fascinating subject that all of us had been studying for quite some time. It is as much logical comprehension as it is spiritual realization. We are all created by a Prime Creator whom many call God and are endowed with natural or given rights which no Man can ever take away from you. If anyone violates your natural given rights, they commit the only crime known to Man - doing harm. As such there is a prime law bestowed upon Man and that prime law is - do no harm. Where there is no victim and no harm has been done, there is no crime.
We decided that it was time to put this knowledge and inner-standing to the test. We wanted to see who else knew about these things. Clearly judges, attorneys and other people within the legal system must know that it was all an elaborate scam.
Joe had made an appointment with a district judge, a man with a lot of experience, and invited us to join him.
We were all excited about the possibility of sharing our own findings with a ‘man of the law’ and see if he could answer some of our questions. When Kristin and I arrived in the parking lot the day of the meeting, Joe was already waiting. We exchanged hugs and before we could make our way in, Kristin looked at both our bare feet.
“Boys, I know it’s hot and you don’t like wearing shoes all that much but you won’t get a warm welcome in there if you show up like this.”
We both laughed and agreed. As I was putting on my boots, I realized that the fault lines within our crazy society are so plentiful. If you don’t look a certain way, dress a certain way, behave a certain way, you are automatically an outcast and treated differently. What a concept.
As we walked in and introduced ourselves to the judge’s secretary she was clearly quite surprised at our appearance. But I don’t think it was our outer appearance, it was the sort of excitement and inner light that usually never enters the hallways of a courthouse. The judge came out of his chambers and greeted us in a very casual and cordial way.
Rather than meeting in a stuffy room, the judge suggested we could sit in the little park behind the courthouse. We found a nice spot in the shade underneath a beautiful old weeping willow and we all sat down on the grass and took off our shoes. It felt like we had immediately removed some of the fault lines.
The judge looked at all of us for a few seconds and then said, “this is really quite unusual. You all are not in any legal trouble and you are also not looking for a job. What exactly is it that I can do for you?”
We all laughed and Joe said, “do you mind if I smoke?”
The judge had no objections and Joe pulled out a little pouch and started rolling a joint.
Both the possession and the consumption of weed were illegal, but Joe was making a point and one that had deep significance in the context of the conversation we were about to have.
Kristin and I looked at the judge and tried to read his face as he was beginning to realize what Joe was doing. Was this whole meeting going to be over before it had even begun?
After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Joe lit up his joint and the smell of burning weed filled the afternoon air.
Joe stretched out his hand offering the joint to the judge and after another moment of silence the judge said…TO BE CONTINUED
