Date: 0/769

I haven’t been posting much lately. I suppose I could make up some good sounding excuses, but the fact is things are moving so fast in the world I’ve found it challenging to keep up. Why? Well, one reason is that I’m on the road full-time navigating unexpected dodgy weather systems. This means driving more and walking less. Less walking means less of the sort of experiences I enjoy writing about. Also, I’m being discrete about my location. That means not sharing as many videos and photos as I did before or as I’d like. 

The bottom line is that we’re all transitioning, in my opinion, to Natural Law. I feel excited  watching it all unfold. At the same time, I find myself needing more time to process things: what it means for the world, for America and for my friends and family who have no idea what’s actually going on. 

I suppose my blog posts will now be more stream of consciousness writing. Nothing fancy, nothing pretty, just the bare bones of what’s on my mind at any given time. 

​Thanks for taking the time to read this.

Catch y’all later.

Earthling Date: 0/753

Have you ever heard a song that took you back in time? Perhaps to a special place in your childhood or to when you were truly in love? That feeling of nostalgia, that sentimental tug on the heart is easily triggered and an experience we all share from time to time.

It seems that being human comes with a sort of low grade undercurrent of perpetual longing, like we’re missing something. We yearn for something in life we can’t quite put our finger on, that may not even actually exist; yet it pulls on our hearts like homesickness.​

Are these feelings just a childish resistence to growing up? Romanticised memories of our past? Or are they meant to drive us toward something? Perhaps they’re hints of our true nature and potential. I tend to view them as evidence that there’s something more to life than what we’ve experienced thus far. And every day I make it my mission to help create a world where seeds of longing sprout; where black and white visions burst into color; where all of humanity feels we’re finally coming home. This is why I wrote the COURT OF AGES Law of the Land Handbook and why I am building Ameria, the nation.
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Earthling Date 0/749

Earth date: 0/744

Someone recently said I was crazy for expecting people to adopt the Law of the Land Handbook in lieu of the U.S. Constitution.

Imagine for a moment — you have a swimming pool at your house and you give me permission to swim in it whenever I want. I think, wow, what a great friend. I feel pleased that you recognize me as trustworthy to always swim responsibly in your pool.

Now, then, you come over to spend a few nights at my house and casually give me permission to swim in my own pool. I think that’s kinda strange but say nothing  because, after all, we have a trusting relationship. The next day you give me permission to open my refrigerator and take anything I want whenever I wish. Again I think that’s odd, but I say nothing so as not to create any sort of confrontation. Then as I leave to go to work the next morning you tell me to try to be home by such-and-such a time because you’ll have dinner ready then. And I say okay. This goes on and in this manner you gradually take control of my life. And I say nothing because I don’t want to ruin a good friendship.

You may think this scenario seems unrealistic, but it’s not. Just look at the Bill of Rights.

Understand something: Any time someone gives you permission to do something, they are assuming authority over you.

Natural Law as presented in the COURT OF AGES Law of the Land Handbook doesn’t provide a set of permissions or rights. It describes our role in keeping the world viable. It is a set of responsibilities, not permissions.

If we accept our responsibility, we thrive. If we reject it, we experience the natural consequences of our irresponsibility such as we see happening today.

The appropriate action should be obvious. Switch to Natural Law. If your county or state or town has not yet switched, you can do so by holding a referendum. Here's the ballot: https://tinyurl.com/4tbeae7j Copy and spread it everywhere.

Please enjoy scenes from my Walk for Natural Law over the last few weeks.

You wanted a President who would put the people’s needs before her own; who would do her job without fanfare, without gloating, without complaining. You wanted a President who didn’t require a salary, a nice house or a fancy jet. You wanted a President who didn’t really want to be the President, but was willing to step in when required. You wanted a President who could accept not being believed, not being recognized, who could work quietly in the background without a word of thanks. And maybe you didn’t even realize it, but I think deep down, you wanted all of that.

And maybe you didn’t want a President who would wait for you to do your part and not try to force things. Maybe you didn’t want one who would stand by while you bore the consequences of your inability to discern, unwillingness to think critically or your reluctance to take appropriate action when called upon. Maybe you didn’t want a President who had no silver platter upon which to hand you all the answers, who would not jump when you demanded it, who would not cave in to disapproval while standing on principle alone. But that’s what you’ve got. ​

You just might reach the sunset of your life before you realize the truth of your world — that, while you did not vote me in, neither did you ever vote any President in. My job is to be here when reality finally sinks in.

Please enjoy scenes from my Walk for Natural law the past few weeks.

This morning I discovered this video on Scott Grace’s YouTube channel from the summer of  2016 and was moved to tears. I remember that summer. It was just before I met with the folks making up our organic United Nations (which I’ve never talked much about and you probably didn’t know we had) at my, then, 6th Avenue office in Manhattan. Represented were Israel, Ghana, Ukraine, France, United States and China by a small bonzai tree placed in the middle of the table. The United Nations you see in the media is fabricated. Isn’t it odd how people will believe mysterious images presented on a screen and reject the real deal? Anyway...

As you’ll see in this video, Christine and Scott are the real deal, though I’ve never met either of them. Scott met Christine in Central Park and felt moved to improvise this song for her on the spot.