Traction and Distraction - 2
#13.2 ~ What did you call me? I do NOT identify as a Mister, pronoun or otherwise!
This collection of posts contains information and concepts that build on each previous post. Please start at the beginning with #1 Lurking, is no longer an option, and proceed onto each successive post.
Preamble
The manner in which One dances out of Babylon is entirely individual. It’s like giving birth, or so I am told. Cynthia often shares a story about the birth of our first child. Like I chose to go to the mall by myself at four years old, Cynthia and I decided to start a family at 17. So in the delivery room, this 17 year old mother to be has come to the conscious awareness, that getting this baby out of her, was SOLELY up to her. Any number of supporters and assistants could support or assist, but the work and big push was hers, and hers alone. She recounts how once given the go ahead by the nurses, with them all standing around looking at her, she had a crystalizing realization, “this is my baby, and it’s up to me now”. Right or wrong, the easy way or the hard way, One can choose how it’s gonna go. One can fill out a cluster of documents, make a few proclamations, and poof(!) the slave is freed? Not a chance. Who One knows oneself to be, is the only way out of this one. And that “knowing thyself” thing, has been covered by the greats of history.
Let me bring you up to speed
In my last post #13.1, I described an event with a few Police Officer’s, myself, Cynthia, our truck and some jewelry. There was the bit about not agreeing and not contracting and ultimately not performing. While I was in the back seat of the cruiser with the jewelry affixed, I got to watch a little show, that had me laughing out loud, and yelling at the top of my lungs. Cynthia, was standing down the Police Officers. She held her ground, did not get angry, was polite, and at once extremely difficult for them to deal with. She just kept saying “no, I do not agree”. The lady Cop who tried to play “Good Cop” to her partners “Bad Cop”, asked, “why do you have to be so difficult?” To which Cynthia retorted, “I was just heading home from a birthday party and YOU guys caused ALL of this, so who is being difficult? This is all on you!” After literally dancing, when asked by the Police Officer to “move”, Cynthia was intimidated and threatened into co-operating and getting out of her truck, which was then stolen. She hounded the Officers, asking questions, and wouldn’t let them off the hook. They hid in their cars, windows rolled up, with her knocking on the glass and calling them out as cowards. “Shame, shame” she said, they just looked down at their laps. She did not get any jewelry that day, but she made me proud. The yelling that I did, was to alert the Policeman harassing Cynthia, that he had no Jurisdiction and in fact no business with her at all. His partner, the “Lady Cop”, listening to what I was yelling, as she was just outside my window, at one point, shouted his name, “Keegan(??!)”, but he was in the middle of dancing with Cynthia, so to no avail. But what I was saying gave her, the Officer, pause.
The thing about the “Driver’s License”, is that it so obviously delineates One’s agreement to the terms of “Citizen”, employee, person, NAME, all of it. And then One performs by carrying it around everywhere and presenting it as identification whenever asked. “Yup, here it is, that’s me and that’s my NAME”.
It is not necessary to expunge One’s Driver’s License to change One’s status. One can hold a Driver’s License, but if you ever “use” it, as in present it as ID when asked, or submit it to the Officer at your window on the side of the road, then One is volunteering to be in the Public, acting as “person”/NAME. As has been viewed on YouTube by many I am sure, One does not have to act in the capacity of a DRIVER and person when traveling along the highways and byways in their personal property. Noticing the Police Officer that One is travelling in their “private” capacity is a start. If One has the understanding and clarity to make this distinction, then One can pick and choose when to use a License. Just like One can act as “The Manager” at their job at McDonalds, and then take off their name tag when they leave work, leaving their title and position behind, One can travel and not be acting as a Commercial Transporter, as was defined in the Vancouver v. Burchill case. The issue, is to be able to have the conscious awareness of One’s status in each engagement. By continuing to hold a valid Driver’s License, the Officer, or the Court, can easily assume that you are acting as NAME/person under the Statute Code. One must give Notice to overcome that assumption, and the sooner in any engagement, the better.
I hold a Passport. It is not mine, it says so inside, that it is the property of the Government of Canada. So if I say it is mine, then that declaration is clearly stating that I am a representative of the Corporation CANADA. No problem at all! Volunteer away! Inside that passport it also says, “. . . allow the bearer to pass freely, without delay or hindrance and to afford the bearer such assistance and protection as may be necessary.” And it also states, “THE BEARER OF THIS PASSPORT IS A CANADIAN CITIZEN”! I kind of see this as playing both sides of the fence. Can the bearer be a man or woman? Does not the term “Bearer” require a live body to bear it? Or can a piece of paper, a registration, “bear” a passport? Seems a little confusing to me. In Government of Canada websites about Citizenship and Citizens, it is always only as “persons”. “A person is a Citizen . . .” or “A Citizen is a person . . .” Dear Reader, if you are not familiar with why I make such a HUGE deal about “person”, please review posts: #2, #3, #10, and #11. One does not have to agree with my position on the significance of “person”, however, I have found that it, alongside “performance”, is the fulcrum upon which our volunteerism is leveraged.
Don’t set the cruise control just yet
With the Judges plea entry of “Not Guilty” and my “Guilty to the Facts” (see #13.1 post if you don’t know the story), trial was scheduled for August 8. In preparation for this issue I prepared the following documents:
Private Agreement with the woman in her private capacity, Robynne, acting as defacto Prosecutor (I spelled her name wrong in the first docs and sent along a “Notice of Error” part way through the process)
“Notice of Private Agreement”
“Notice of Witness of Agreement”
“Witness Statement of Facts”
#1. Private Agreement
#2. Notice of Private Agreement
#3. Notice of Witness to Agreement:
The following document it sent by a witness to the agreement. The Notice and any response to the Notice is between the witness and Robynne.
#4. Witness Statement of Facts:
This “Statement of Facts” serves as second Notice to Robynne of the new agreement formed with each witness.
The “Mister”, Dis-traction
In the plea hearing which I detailed in the previous post, the Judge very cleverly and intentionally “got me” with a title. It was at the very end of the hearing after he had entered the plea, on NAME’s behalf, of Not Guilty, and upon my questioning of whom he wished to attend the upcoming trial, yelling at me MISTER X(family name here), YOU will attend or a warrant will be issued. The breakdown on this is the “mister”. And the “you” I suppose. “You” is both singular and plural, so when the Judge is looking directly at me and says “you”, he means all of the you(s) that organize to identify as NAME, thus the term “organization” from the Criminal Code, ie: the man volunteering to act as and for NAME, any title(s) like Mr. or Mister, or any other title, and of course the Corporation that is NAME, drawing One into an “organization” or “person”. All of these bundle up to a “YOU”. It got even more interesting in my dealings with the Prosecutor’s Office. When I telephoned their office inquiring as to acquiring disclosure (which is all the Police Officers statements, evidence, charges and interpretations etc., everything that they had on NAME re: these charges), they informed me that if I emailed their office with a request and a mailing address, that they would mail it to me. And so I did that. And they mailed it to the address that they had on their file, not the one that I gave in the written request as they had specified. So I RTS’d it, RETURN TO SENDER. I phoned them back to confirm the address to which they were to send disclosure. They said they would not send it to the address given. And then came another “Mister”. I informed them verbally that I did not accept any such title, that I did not identify as a “Mister”, and to please cease from calling me such. Then I got an email with yet another “mister”. Emailed back the same sort of info as on the phone. The misters finally stopped. And so did all communications from the Prosecutor’s Office. I called once more to inquire as to where the disclosure was, and are you ready for this(?!), they said they were no longer allowed to talk with me. One more “mister” yet to go, but I’ll save that one for the end.
The Dis-traction, was the Judge yelling, and the Prosecutor slipping in, a title when I might not be paying attention.
Another Dis-traction was a game of musical chairs with the Prosecutor’s Office and the man or woman acting as the Crown Prosecutor for my case. When I had figured out that the last time I went to the Court, they had a switch hitter as Prosecutor, not the one that I was told would be present, thus making any agreements I had with the one that was not there, moot. Up the chain I went. The head Prosecutor for the regions North of Edmonton that covered all the Courts that I was dealing with was Patricia. And so all the agreement process that was offered to Robynne, was also offered to Patricia. I promptly received in my email box, a Notice, that Patricia was away on holiday and would not be back or available until after my trial date. I mined a little further and was able to determine the personal email addresses for each of the Prosecutor’s so that I was able to bypass the general office email from which I had received the holiday notice. For extra insurance, I sent along all of the offers to the Assistant to the Chief Prosecutor, Barry. As I mentioned previously, a much broader net.
Traction is what I was seeking in my agreements with these men and women. Dis-traction is what they wished for me to achieve.
dis-
word-forming element of Latin origin meaning 1. "lack of, not" (as in dishonest); 2. "opposite of, do the opposite of"
In the last few days I have listened to two significant Bitchute videos.
We’ll pick up on what type of tires eventually got me to my destination in part 3. Stay tuned.
Have it good,
Arlen