OF RIGHT AND WRONG.

Eight twenty four and the sun appears to rise over a land once known as Elmet. it is pure gold, with high cumulus layered clouds flecked with purple towards the south west. It appears to ascend between the 1760ft high television mast of Emley moor and the ‘Victoria Tower’ that stands 1000 feet atop the ancient fort known as Castle Hill, which lies to the south of the town of Huddersfield.  RM views all this from the family home which stands, a box amongst boxes, on moorland which was once grazed by sheep.

It is the land of his birth and the land of his ancestors. That is a statement of fact. Meanwhile, downstairs, his father is slowly slipping off this mortal coil. Beset by a debilitating neurological condition which gradually reduces his abilities to speak, move and control his physical body, it is a drawn-out process which has been at work for some years now. The family are caring for him in the home ~ he has a bed downstairs, is catheted up and is facing the prospect of being fed via a device that drips nutrients into his system. Each morning he is fed in bed ~ his appetite is undiminished but the disease makes it difficult to swallow whilst in an upright position as he struggles to raise his head.

It is a familiar tale of enslavement ~ he worked for forty years at David Brown Gears, an engineering company producing gear boxes, half of that on night shifts.; paid his union dues, obediently paid his taxes to the illegitimate state, the council, the utility companies, always made sure his road tax was valid, fed and provided for the material needs of his demanding wife and two children.  He did all this and then, within two years of retirement at 64, this disease began to take hold, changing his personality and slowly, slowly depriving him of his mobility, until we reach the current point where he is effectively trapped inside his body, unable to walk, to talk and the rest.

RM’s grandfathers both passed away as a result of heart attacks ~ Tom whilst up a ladder one sunday morning in 1979, cleaning the windows of his ground floor flat. Neither of RM’s parents had to care for their own elderly or sick parents. Right now, such an imediate and abrupt departure would seem the preferable way to leave this mortal coil for my father’s condition has heaped frustration and helplessness upon a man who, despite his enslavement, taught his son a simple adage:

“If tha wants a job doing properly, then do it tha sen.”

It is fair to say that the only ones benefiting from his condition are those pharmaceutical companies, NHS workers and private carers who come in each morning to get him up, wash and dress him. In this way, my father has become a one-man-cottage-industry whose continued existence serves only to provide a means of generating money for big-pharma and those who take moneys from him in return for servicing his condition.

As the RM approaches a half century in this incarnation and on this planet, he is mindful that there are now fewer years ahead of him than behind him.

In contrast to his ailing father, the RM is walking a path of non-compliance to the tyranny of the state. As can be evidenced throughout these pages, this has resulted in the jackboots of those thugs operating under the erroneous, immoral and fake legal and financial systems of coercion and criminality coming down heavy on him to the point where his house was stolen from him, thieves robbed him of his mechanised chariots and the morons in the employ of tyranny have attempted to stamp him down and obliterate him to the point where he now has nothing. His career as a teacher (he was formerly the Head of English at a secondary school) is gone, his ex-girlfriend has fled and he barely has two ha’pennies to his name.  These are the bare facts and they should not be taken as manifestations of self-pity or regret.

In April 2009, having determined his conscience could no longer tolerate the utterly bogus rule of the impostors known as the ‘Crown’ nor the machinations of the banksters via his void mortgage, he declared his non-consent to it all by way of a Claim of Right to the woman acting as the head of it all, Elizabeth Saxe-Coburg-Gotha and took on the mantle of that which resonated as his true position on this planet, a Man under his creator, free of all outside rule and governance, a Free Man on the Land ~ as opposed to a citizen or subject operating under the system of control known as Admiralty law whereby de facto courts impose utterly fraudulent statutes or acts of parliament on those who, by dint of the birth certificate scam, have been duped into playing a game in which they falsely believe themselves to be the Mister (Mr) or the Mistress (Mrs) and thereby give up their unalienable freedoms in exchange for certain illusory benefit privileges which, in reality, amount to nothing less than a satanic system of enslavement, born of the lies of unlawful legal and parasitic financial control mechanisms which serve to remove Mankind from its genuine condition of existence under Natural Law.

Not only has RM’s path resulted in his property being stolen, another consequence has been the disappearance of those who he previously regarded as friends and associates  ~ many of whom have simply dismissed his choices as being eccentric, unnecessary or acts of supreme folly. Two of his erstwhile friends in fact turned out to be swindlers (as can be read here), his girlfriend showed herself to be consumed by fear and fled the scene as soon as she could, whilst his mother and sister actually took the stance that rather him being the victim of traitorous criminals working within the illegitimate apparatus of the state, he had “brought it on himself” and somehow deserved all that resulted from the stance he took against the fake Crown and fraudulent Banksters (having said that, their levels of delusion can be gleamed from this article ~ this was the woman who, in an act that was in total contradiction to Natural Law, had her infant boy circumcised, an unconscionable action that resulted in the causation of deep psychological and physical harm).

In the light of this, to be here in the family home now is difficult (forgiveness cannot be given until it is asked for, and such is the matriarch’s obstinacy and willful ignorance, she is currently incapable of asking for it).

One may well ask, ‘well, why are you there? How can you tolerate this?’

The answer lies in Natural Law and in doing that which is right, that which is morally correct and, once more, RM states that as a fact and not as an attempt to somehow indulge in self-aggrandisement ~ after all, he would rather not be here at all. He would rather be in his own place, independent of his family as he was, free to come and go as he pleased and answerable to no one but himself.

In this utterly brilliant presentation and exploration of Natural Law, Mark Passio talks of how he has quite simply cut off all those family members who are so lost in the fake systems of satanic control that he would not waste his energy in being with them when his avowed and stated mode of existence is to be under the Truth. RM understands that completely ~ the Truth as stated by Mark resonates with the clarity of a bell on a frosty morning but for now, at least, he will endeavour to do that which he deems is right: his aged parents, whether or not they realise it, are in need of his help. He is not doing it for some kind of reward but rather as a moral duty, born of the Truth and existing in compassion.

So it goes, so it goes.