Anna von Reitz: Answers to Questions

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
1 hr ·

What I Know About Warnings and Arrests
A large number of criminal networks have been uncovered both here and abroad, which have been siphoning large amounts of money out of the American economy and which have been contributing to illegal arms and drug markets, human trafficking rings, and even darker purposes, such as murder related to organ harvesting, Satanic rituals, and pedophilia.

The bunny trail has led to some of the highest offices in government and down to the local subcontractor level. The clean up began in Arkansas and is spreading outward from that initial beach head. Most likely it will hit Nevada or New Mexico next, which have similarly been hot beds of racketeering, illegal gambling, smuggling, and other criminal activities.

Arkansas, Bill Clinton's old stomping ground, was Ground Zero for the clean up operation, because so much of this corruption was connected through contacts in Arkansas or started there.

A pernicious system of "kickbacks" from the Federal level down to the local government units is apparent throughout. This system promotes racketeering and kickbacks based on racketeering and extortion.

About 70,000 indictments have been processed thus far and the number of total indictments continues to grow as more evidence surfaces and more criminals turn on their compatriots and provide evidence against them. Nobody knows how many people will eventually be indicted by so-called Operation Clean Sweep, but it could easily go over 100,000.

Some of these cases will be tried by military courts because the persons and activities fall under that jurisdiction. Others will be tried by civilian courts.

People can expect to see some famous names in the line-ups and will be shocked by scope and ferocity of these criminals.
The best thing for us to do during the "rodeo" is to stay at home and off the streets. Just hunker down and let the police and military units assigned do their jobs.

Children and pets need to be kept under close supervision.
It's highly recommended that you pick up extra prescription medications you might need during the next month.

Every effort has been and is being made to assure the continuation of utility services, but it can't hurt to have extra food, extra water, and a "camp potty"--- a five gallon bucket with a toilet seat and lid on it, ready to go, if needed.

The idea is to be ready to just stay home for a week to ten days and not go anywhere. Be ready in the event that the lights go out or the local grocery store closes.

And other than that, be psychologically ready, as much as you can be, for the sight of military units guarding public buildings and people ---even well-known people--- being arrested and accused of heinous crimes.

This is not a Kodak Moment in our country's history, but it is a necessary effort to put an end to institutionalized crime.

Once the roll-up starts, nobody knows how long it will take to meet the primary objectives, but the best estimates I have heard are a week to ten days. That may be optimistic, but gives at least a reasonable parameter to plan for.

I advocate everyone being ready for at least a couple weeks of shut down at all times, simply because I have lived through two disasters already --- a wild fire and an earthquake -- and know the score.

The time to plan is BEFORE you actually need extra food, water, blankets, a do-it-yourself toilet, prescription refills, heat, and some means to cook food and boil water. If you have those emergency needs provided for and have your emergency plan in place, it will be a lot less stressful when and if you need to deploy and actually make use of these provisions.

So far as I know, the indictments are real and will be enforced, which gives rise to the reasonable expectation that at least in some places and for some period of time, it will be desirable for Americans to find a seat and stay home.

Better to plan for that and not need to do it, than to need extra supplies and to not have them on hand.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
1 hr ·

Yesterday's Mail --- 1862
[This note got "dropped out" because of my location during the holidays. It's a personal post -- a reflection of how the past follows us forward in many ways. For example, I wouldn't exist if the Lakota hadn't attacked New Ulm, Minnesota, in 1862. My Great-Grandmother and her first husband, who was killed in the attack, would have just continued on to California like so many others....]

Today, the Day After Christmas, we have definite diagnosis from a canine cancer expert that no, my Labrador Retriever does not have lymphoma and yes, he does have laryngeal paralysis and is a good candidate for "Tie Back" surgery.
So, so far, so good.

After a morning appointment to determine this, I came home to deal with still more wreckage from the Earthquake-- both oddly dating to 1862 and Minnesota.

The first was the breaking apart of my giant Christmas Cactus, a 15th generation of one that Charlie Mayo gave my Great-great Grandmother, Hannah Knight Alexander.
The large Majolica Pot it was in hurtled off a plant stand and broke in a hundred pieces. The Cactus which was just beginning to bloom broke into many pieces of fronds, too.
These I picked up and am endeavoring to root, thinking of that long-ago Christmas when Charlie Mayo came home from Edinburgh, and brought my Great-Grandmother a rooted slip of the latest horticultural discovery: a Christmas Cactus.
We have kept it going all these years, through all these generations: Charlie Mayo's Christmas Cactus made the journey to Alaska in 1987, and has been here growing in a variety of pots ever since.

The giant Majolica pot that bit the dust in the November 30, 2018 Earthquake was only the most recent home of The Family Christmas Cactus.

It first came away with me when I left home for college when it lived in a plain earthenware pot and has been part of my adventures ever since. Even now, when it is suddenly split in a hundred pieces and searching for new roots.

The other attachment also comes back to the Mayos and 1862 and Minnesota and the Second Battle of New Ulm. My Great-Grandmother and her husband, Merton Eastlick, were traveling westward with a party of pioneers headed by Dr. William Worrall Mayo the fateful August of that year and all were caught in the midst of the Great Sioux Uprising of that year.

Merton Eastlick and two of the small children were killed outright by the Lakota and Mary Alexander Eastlick was seriously wounded and left a widow with three surviving children. Together with Dr. William Worrall Mayo the survivors limped back to Rochester and yet another story began.

This winter on Christmas Eve I received a gift of Magic from a Lakota Grandmother. She sent me two exquisite Dream Catchers and many other items and totems of faith in life and the Great Spirit that binds us. She did not tell me her name, but she sent me her spirit.

So here we are, all together, after all these years.
I am hoping that Charlie Mayo's Christmas Cactus will--as it has so many times before-- grow new roots. And I am hoping that the Lakota Elders read this and know that I understand and cherish their prayers.

We are all in this together.
And as if to make the point all that much more obvious, I sat down after dinner and did the clean up and repair of my essential oils cabinet.

My Great-Great Grandfather, Joseph Alexander, was the "Green Witch" for the Mayo brothers, the early form of a pharmacist. My earliest memories are of his herb lawn and tumbling headlong down a slope robed in Violets and thyme.
Today, I carry on the family tradition of herb lore and use of natural medicine and have a large collection of essential oils in small vials in wooden cases.

Amazingly, only four vials were damaged: Damiana, Hyssop, Violet, and Chinese Lotus.
So tonight I sat at the table in my dining room pouring over my essential oil collection and re-bottled and re-labeled those four oils and contemplated all the nuances of scent pouring over me and my household.

It smells wonderful and alive in my house tonight and I feel very close to my Great-Great Grandfather, his wounded daughter who became my Great-Grandmother, the Lakota whose lives entwine with ours, the plants and the Earth that are our common heritage.

Hyssop, the bitter herb of the Last Supper, Damiana, the herb of women and the moon, Violet, the sweet floral scent of my home state and youth, and Chinese Lotus, the magnificent warm power of sun and water combined.

The air is full of their natural magic and the keynotes of all these many elements come back to 1862, all now and present in the winter of 2018 --Charlie Mayo's Christmas Cactus, the Lakota Elder's gift, the memory of the young widow who remarried and became my Great-Grandmother, Mary Alexander, the essential oils whose scents were cherished then and now.

God bless us all in this New Year. May the past be at peace at last.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
11 hrs ·

Speaking of Tin Hats.....
Were you one of those who sat through the debacle of 9/11 with your brow furrowed up under your hat and a dozen questions roaming through your head?

Questions that were never answered?
Like how does a fifty story building disintegrate in under a minute?

Who was there set up--obviously in advance-- and filming all this from every angle and in Hollywood-quality technicolor?

How are these steel girders being laterally ejected? Like they were being shot out of a canon?

Why are these girders trailing white plumes of smoke? Steel doesn't smoke. It melts, if it gets hot enough.... and speaking of that....

How does iron and steel melt like geysers at 600 degrees? (The temperature of jet fuel burning.)

No office fire on Earth burns hot enough to melt steel, either.... so....can't be jet fuel, can't be the heat of paper and office fixtures burning....

Even with the most generous unlikely estimates applied, you'd still need a thousand degrees more heat to melt iron and steel like that.....so where is the heat coming from?

How and why did Building Seven collapse with no apparent cause ---and hours after the other two towers?

Why did the BBC report that Building Seven was gone--- with it still standing there in the background behind the reporter?

If you were one of those who gave the Blue Ribbon Commission an "F Minus" grade when they issued their non-report, you are not alone.

Every architect, engineer, materials scientist and demolition guy I know snorted at the official story, rolling their eyes skyward at the time and ever afterward.

Some of them formed the Architects and Engineers for 911 Truth and soldiered on for the better part of two decades-- first being laughed at and then ignored and now, finally, the traction of the facts is taking hold.

Those two jets never caused the collapse of those two buildings. Period. Most of us have known that since September 11, 2001.

So now what?
A Federal Grand Jury is finally being summoned to consider the evidence and do what should have been done almost twenty years ago:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=emqrI1I1tNY

Dear Fellow Tin Hats, thank you for so nobly advancing the cause of logic and your dedication to the Truth despite everything that the Liars could throw at you. It's a great moment for all of us. Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!

May the victims of this atrocity find sweet rest and their families finally know what happened, who did it, and why. May we all find peace at last. Bring it on and let the chips fall---right on Dick Cheney and the Tavistock Institute.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
10 hrs ·

And Speaking of Tavistock.....
The single worst incubator of mind-control and propaganda technology on Earth got its start even before the League of Nations and called its less-than-savory pastimes by innocuous-sounding labels like: "social-psychology" and "group dynamics" and more recently, "systemic psycho-dynamic approach".

What Tavistock actually specializes in, is manipulation of public opinion and human emotions using lies, False Flags, fake opinion polls, and fake news. It's job is to sell us on wars and to excuse and justify wars when no such justification exists, so that we can all feel good about acting as underpaid mercenaries, and then later, agree to pay all the war debts, too.

When they aren't ginning up excuses for war, war, and more war (for profit---they just don't mention that part), they are busy concocting fodder for politicians that will support war, war, and more war (for profit) and feeding the crappola through wire services owned and operated by their own biggest clients.

In this way, they not only manipulate Public Opinion, they manipulate politicians, elections, belief systems and human emotions.

They rule the air waves and the communications industries, and if anyone says anything they don't like on one of the major networks, they have that person fired or they slap a "National Security" label on the story, whether it has anything to do with any national security issue or not.

Tavistock and its organizational predecessors killed journalism as a profession during the First World War, and when our American journalists threatened a resurrection after World War II, they hired Walter Cronkite, the original Silver-Tongued Devil, to make us feel comforted at the same time he calmly and sonorously announced assassinations, massacres, and body counts.

Thanks to Tavistock, the Mainstream Media Outlets are all owned by members of the Bilderburgers who also just happen to be members of the Committee of 300 and major stockholders in the Federal Reserve ---- and almost nobody knows that and nobody questions that, because Reuters and the AP have reduced journalists to the level of Zombies endlessly repeating themselves and echoing each other.

Tavistock's mission is and has always been to put a thick, hard, smooth shell of psychological shellac on the most hideous and heinous acts imaginable. And make us feel justified for doing these awful things, too. It's an evil institution involved in evil research which it happily and without conscience or remorse applies to evil purposes.

Tavistock and its Evil Step-Sister, the Council on Foreign Relations, have their real roots in Germany even prior to the Nazis, with propaganda and lies developed by the Fabians and the Frankfurt School of Socialism to attack Kaiser Wilhelm II.

After World War I, the scum bags attached themselves like barnacles to the trendy League of Nations, and began calling their troupe of academic perverts "The Inquiry" as in "Inquisition".

This, then morphed into The Pilgrim Society in Britain, though their activities had no religious interest beyond how to prey upon people's religious beliefs, and then, they became known as "The Tavistock Institute of Psychological Warfare" ---- the only time in their history when they have had the chutzpah to tell people what they were really up to and paid to do.

Next, the fledgling Council on Foreign Relations became known as "The Round Table" in England -- may King Arthur throw up in his grave---and next, the very proper-sounding label "The Royal Institute for International Affairs" was plastered over their activities, until finally the worldwide brand name became: The Council on Foreign Relations.

Tavistock meanwhile dropped the "of Psychological Warfare" part of its moniker to become the propaganda and dirty deeds scriptwriter for The Council on Foreign Relations and thus it has been since 1946, until recently, when the American branch of the Tavistock Institute was re-branded and re-named the "A.K. Rice Institute" ---- which most people won't recognize as anything related to Tavistock.

That's the whole point.
The whole purpose of re-naming and re-branding is so that the Tavistock Institute can continue to do what the Tavistock Institute does under a nom de guerre and not have its fat footprints readily identified every time it opens its mouth or puts together a False Flag.

"Oh, no, that doesn't have anything to do with us. That's the A.K. Rice Institute"...."

And if you believe that, I am Lady Flamolare del Chesa, faithfully reporting from Big Lake, Alaska.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
23 hrs ·

Government Shut Down? Do You Miss Them Yet?
I don't miss THEM at all. Do you? Life goes on apace and instead of sorely missing my erring servants, I feel an odd sense of relief. They are gone. That is a blessing in my estimation.

Nobody to bother me, coerce me, come banging on my door, accuse me of owing them money, bringing false claims against false franchises that don't have any legitimate reason to exist, no pillaging and no plundering for services I never agreed to---- no racketeering, no extortion at all.

It's like "Big Al" just went out of business and didn't send Guido around to collect this week. I could really get into this! No racketeering, no extortion, no false names, no false claims.....

I am pleased. I am happy. I can continue to conduct all my necessary functions as trade, not commerce, and be utterly delighted for the rest of my days.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
23 hrs ·

What They Do, What You Do
They "seize upon" your Given (Trade) Name that your parents created and gave you, and they create a franchise for their foreign corporation named after you.

If your Given Trade Name is "John Michael Johnson", the Territorial State of State creates a franchise for itself called "John Michael Johnson" and the Municipal STATE OF STATE creates a franchise for itself called "JOHN MICHAEL JOHNSON" ---- all without telling you a thing about it.
After that, they merely pretend that you are responsible for their franchises and the debts of their franchises.

Because the franchises are named after you, it's easy (usually) to confuse you and everyone else about "which" John Michael Johnson is being discussed.

Are you referring to the living man named "John Michael Johnson"? Or the unincorporated business operating as "John Michael Johnson"? Or the incorporated Territorial State of State franchise operated as "John Michael Johnson"? Or the Municipal STATE OF STATE franchise operated as "JOHN MICHAEL JOHNSON"?

This is key, especially when you bear in mind that when the Clerk calls out the name "John Michael Johnson" ----there is absolutely no way that you can verbally tell the difference between these various entities. The name "John Michael Johnson" being used by a living man sounds exactly the same as the name "JOHN MICHAEL JOHNSON" --- doesn't it?

Yes....
So the very first Order of the Day is to find out which "John Michael Johnson" is being addressed and the source of the Prosecutor's authority to address "John Michael Johnson"--- if he has any such authority at all.

When the Prosecutor walks into court he is bearing a bond issued in your name--- in this case, the name of "John Michael Johnson" --- but that name is also the name of "JOHN MICHAEL JOHNSON" --- isn't it?

They have set up the situation where you are technically not a party to a case.

Why? Because technically, none of this applies to you the living man, at all. They only play with the Territorial State of State franchise doing business as "John Michael Johnson" and the Municipal STATE OF STATE franchise doing business as "JOHN MICHAEL JOHNSON" because their courts are specifically forbidden from addressing the living man.

When you visit (never "appear") a court by special limited visitation, you are saying up front --- hey, I am separated from all of this. That's Job One to protect your living "person" from attachment or false claim.

"I am visiting the court today by Special Limited Visitation to exercise my right of subrogation in this matter and direct the court to enforce my right to exonerate my Good Name. I am owed legal subrogation as well as the lawful subrogation right and I am asking the Prosecutor to certify my right of subrogation and I am serving my Notice of Demand on and for the record for the court and the District of Attorney. It is my credit underlying the bond held by the Prosecutor and I request discharge of the claim and the reversal and dismissal of all Orders otherwise."

So long as you haven't hurt a specific living being having first-hand knowledge of the issues and circumstance, they are obligated to do as you say.

Just step forward and do it. Depriving the Prosecutors of their profit is a highly desirable and fun activity to pursue on a dark and wintry night. Remember to send your Notice of Claim and Demand to the District Attorney, the State Attorney General, the Clerk, the Prosecutor, and the Judge.

Once you raise the issue of subrogation, the court has to stop and address it before any other proceedings. You just hold your ground no matter what they say or do --- "Your Honor, I have raised a bar to these proceedings and the issues must be addressed....."

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
23 hrs ·

The Short Explanation?
You start out playing a game of Checkers, but in 1913, they changed to Parcheesi and didn't tell you anything about it.

Then, in 1933, they changed to 3-D Chess and never said a word.

And now, they are trying to change the game and the rules again, all without telling you anything.

So there you are, Joe Schmoe, still proceeding according to the rules and assumptions of playing a game of Checkers, when the Rats are now playing Clue.
This is called the "assumption of a normal course of business".

When they advertise a "home loan" you naturally assume that they are proposing to loan you money to build or remodel a home, right? That would be "a normal course of business".

But that is just your assumption. Because they have no money to loan and haven't had any money for decades. So what is actually going on here?
They are proposing that you loan them your home as collateral backing their debts and investments. "Home loan"--- right?

What if nobody ever tells you any different, and you just go on thinking that they have loaned you money, when in fact, they've given you a bunch of I.O.U's. and you have loaned them your home instead? '

They took "title" to your home and used your assets to raise capital which they used to pay their debts and make investments --- gave you a little bit of the gross receipts as credit equal to the amount of the "loan", and kept 9/10ths of the benefit for themselves.

That is what has actually gone on here.

Millions of Americans have unknowingly loaned the banks labor and assets and yes, their homes, in exchange for worthless I.O.U.'s that the banks then deliberately dishonored.

That's what the foreclosure crisis is all about.

You "loaned" them your house, instead of them loaning you anything.
They then used your house as collateral to borrow money from investors, named you the "secondary" and co-signer for their loan and claimed that your house was their collateral ---- and absconded, leaving you to pay off their mortgage to their creditors.

This is not "a normal course of business". This is not anything close to what you thought was going on.

You were playing Checkers and they were playing Parcheesi.

And now the filthy animals are trying to change the game again and set up another round.

That is "whutsup".

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
20 hrs ·

Statesmen Three! -- The 100 Billion Dollar Robbery
OMG!!!

Dedicated to the Victims of Plutocratic Usurpation -- The Oppressed and Downtrodden of America.....

Everyone, quick ---- go online to this address:
https://books.google.com/books…

And download and preserve this book!!!!

Published in 1896, a Senator, a Judge, and a Colonel in the military secured all the records and analyzed the financial status of the country from 1812 forward.

What they found is crucial information that every American should know and which all military and civilian leaders should know---- and take action to correct, even now, when the results of this uninterrupted crime spree have spread for over a hundred years and gone worldwide.

This is one giant leap forward in the quest to nail down what happened to our country and what needs to be done now.

I am concerned that once our enemies know the importance and content of this book by Archie Campbell Fisk, they will do what they have done before --- and seek to destroy the evidence.

Go online and download your copy of the pdf and distribute it and archive it for posterity.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
19 hrs ·

Why Subrogation Provides Relief, But Not Remedy.....
Most of the ills of the court scenarios we experience can be relieved simply by stepping forward at the appropriate moment and saying, "Ahem.... I am here via Special Limited Visitation. This is my legal and lawful Notice on and for the record of the court that I am owed the legal and lawful right of subrogation in this case.

The bond being brought forward by the Prosecutor has been issued in my name and my credit underwrites it, making me the actual creditor owed exoneration of my Good Name and Estate. I ask the Prosecutor to certify my subrogation and ask the court to honor my Notice of Set Off, to settle the account, and eliminate the record."

This is basically a substitution in which the actual Creditor of the ESTATE or whatever other entity is being "charged" ---replaces the Prosecutor.

They won't want to give up this position and will try to distract you or get you to enter into arguments with them. Don't fall for it. Just stand there four-square on the floor and if necessary, repeat a dozen times, "Your Honor, I am here to claim my right of subrogation and have raised a bar to all further proceedings."

The substitution of Plaintiffs, aka, subrogation, puts an end to the claim and the role of the Prosecutor, too, which is a relief. This is often "good enough" for the purposes of the people involved, because it stops an unjust prosecution.

However, it fails as remedy, because it does not serve to prevent such prosecutions, does not punish the perpetrators (other then depriving them of their sought-after unjust enrichment), does not provide monetary or other satisfaction for inconvenience, impounds, improper detainment and other travesties that often accompany these attacks.

So, use subrogation in cases where there is no actual physical harm to anyone, to stop the prosecution in its tracks. If that's all you want to do, call it good.

[Bigjon]

Anna von Reitz
1 hr ·

And Now, Comes the Basement.....
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 re-organization 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.