Open Letter

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Greetings!

I hope this letter finds you well! This may be too much material for one sitting, but I'm going to take a risk and share my recent ramblings with you in the hopes that we can return to a more natural form of compliance. I originally wrote this for my Sponsor and a Crime Prevention Specialist. If this is too much information for you, feel free to jump to the brief summary in the segment below: Gulag Pure and Simple, or if its easier for you to follow along by use of video, please see: YouTube Symmetry. And if you've already read this article, you'll find more about the developments written by me at GitHub. We believe that when blame is being used against someone or something, that we ought to use our names in order to do so. The fact that Anonymous Fellowships practice forgiveness may be based upon this problem: We cannot lay blame without disclosing who we are, and providing an opportunity for a defense. For more discussion on this, please see: Options This is not an invitation to use my documents to do so, but right now, that seems to be what's happening.

I spoke to a City Attorney again yesterday after one of the regulars at the soup kitchen where my iPad was stolen started in on me. We discussed things like my stolen accounts (Facebook, and Gmail accounts that I used to conduct my business), getting framed for murder, the death of the Professor, and the fact that he doesn't like me, among other things - briefly.

Then he told me that a representative from the Communist Party will be calling in the next couple of days - presumably because he doesn't like my portrayal of their academic indulgence as a breach of our constitutional limitations, a defense for rapists, and motivation for people who are really good at killing. I mentioned that those of us who have made reasonable efforts to get things done by honest plea, or by request - even repeated requests upon consideration and reconsideration of objections to them usually find other ways to get things done.

For example: When repeated requests wouldn't motivate my friend to leave my apartment, a slap in the face finally motivated her departure, and the need to clean up ground water in Eden Prairie led to chaining a school bus full of children across the gate to keep garbage trucks out.

And simple requests to deal with the offensive behavior of my Step-father, and others who've fallen under his spell, led to demonstrations of his behavior that I needed to amend due to the dictates of my own conscience.

As one Anonymous Fellowship puts it, we are privileged to use God's powers of creation as long as we don't treat them lightly or selfishly, or despise and loath them. Perhaps the lewd act was conceived to retrieve us from the shock and awe of our exposure to the Calypso Singer with Mom in the Islands. Or my Dad's way of helping us to avoid the consequences of high pressure sex at the Beach House. He referred to my Step-dad as a pragmatic person (if you compare the cost of an afternoon delight at your Uncles place, with the cost of commitment proceedings, 3-6-month hospital stays, or the theft and trafficking of children, its rather inexpensive by comparison). Besides, Dad was already dealing with Grandfather's rejection in China as a Missionary, and our Nations men running for cover in South East Asia, so allowing for a retreat like my Step Dad's didn't seem to be beyond his scope.

But when discussion of the circumstances in Courts and Health Care settings finally reached the streets, guys with 45's showed up to shove their mammon down our throats. Presumably to minimize our complaints about the stench of buggery, and to return us to the marketing of hot chocolate and donuts. And, it seems if we don't comply, guys with wings on their necks will show up to bleed our heads out onto the ground. Why wouldn't a persistent political movement move in to call this kind of behavior out? And I wondered why I couldn't bring a gun a guy sold me to our meeting place. I guess he must've wanted me to give it to you (the police who showed up to take it away)! And wouldn't you know it, someone else showed up with another gun to replace the one you must've needed, relieving me of the need to ask for mine back.

That a rapist who must've misunderstood the court is still trying to make his case in my home by audio permissions I'm not familiar with, perhaps by becoming a tenant in my building in a room below me - isn't surprising! We had to report crime to get health care. And the health care proved to be causing the injury I started reporting in the first place. When we have problems, they show up to live with us - or we get placed with someone who has a deadly infectious disease - or handcuffed to an offender - or tied to a dead body - or put on a stretcher with a neck brace - or chained to a transmission in a field. It's what our world has taught us.

The problem is, that when the beatings continue, and your friend can no longer remember where the gun went, or who's writing his accounts, or where the stolen files are, the whole world has a problem.

I know that at times, what we've been led to believe to be true is rubbish. I've encountered the deceit in my own documents, on my own server. We don't know who's made the changes, and we can't check all the work we've published anymore, there's far too much of it to keep up with, though we try.

I'd summarize the circumstance this way: We're learning to publish for ourselves for the first time, and very few of us have experience with the subtle nuances of the work. Such as the ability to anticipate what kind of reaction a particular piece might have when published. We get our idea online, and then find out what's happening again, and see what it really means to say in the light of day. That - well, perhaps it ought to be this way or that. And, it's becoming abundantly clear to me, that we're working with a new light, and it's going to get much brighter.

Precisely because some statements are doubted, others believe they can change what's been said. Work is either censored, or rewritten to suggest what might be better to say, and apparently some have been granted permission to do so because yet others believe the original statements are inaccurate, incomplete, misleading, or just plane wrong. And still others, who perceive someone, or something to be a threat, or are unable to trust the development of the new medium, rush in to take advantage of the situation by postulating their own beliefs based upon even less information than the author to determine if their suspicions are true, until no one can be sure of anything.

What I'm correcting is only what I know to be wrong, and am sure is false in my own documents. Changes have been made to my documents making false statements and sloppy work out of statements I've made that I know to be true. My statements have been made with confidence after careful review of all the evidence I can muster, and I make no apology for that! To allow for conjecture would be unprofessional, though I try to respect the right for others to do so on their own, and I may continue to question the facts.

I hope to become the very best God intends for me to be by sharing what I know to be true with Him. Whether King, Queen, or Pauper, unless God knows us as we are, He can only rely upon what others say about us. Because defamation has become so common, the Internet serves as the most accessible tool for the correction of defamation, though handguns, shotguns and rifles may work better.

Regarding Torture

Here, we can be tortured. Whether it's our perception of the fact, or a reality in our lives doesn't matter. When dealing with victim mentality, a doubt or fear results in someone's effort to determine the merit of the claim. Because doubt separates us, and we're living without shame, there appears to be no just cause for suspicions, but beyond the horizon victims are being drawn to impress upon us how important the suspicion is, to put us into right relation with 'the man' who's warning us about what's going to happen if we fail to do something about the problem. So, he draws a blade on our daughter and asks: "Was the heart with the lungs, entrails and plural tissue you found on the road?" And as I reflect upon circumstances of my life since then, I had to factor in the fact that my daughter said she would be having her breasts removed to 'become a man'. And that, because I didn't bag up the remains I encountered, or take them to a local precinct as a more prudent person might have, or perhaps because I kept going, someone believed I must've been fleeing the scene thereby giving them the right to question me, even though I did bring videotape evidence of what I found. Apparently, it doesn't matter, as long as there are suspicions, we'll be tortured to account. I refused to get any closer to the people involved in producing the evidence I encountered, and cooperating with these tools has become very difficult. I know did not touch or turn over the remains to find out if the heart was still within, and I suspect others know that too.

In the last two months, I've had to check and, in most cases, rewrite my own records about eating breakfast and doing laundry in one of the State's I traveled through in three documents on 5 separate domains, three times. That's fifteen copies that have been wrong. For how long? This is not including the grotesque manipulation of my article on Historical Treatments, for which there are three copies on each domain - another 15 pages of rewriting and hazardous posting, and this one for the seventh time today. What if I don't? What happens to my daughter? And who's that wailing outside right now? Do I need to publish recordings of the wailing I live with as well to be convincing? This is torture, and if you haven't been living with it, you are now. I'm reaching over 20 countries with between 300 and 1000 impressions per domain per month on over 7 domains. Do I need to get the media out despite the threats we live with?

Most of us today know there's a difference between what's happening in our minds, and something we can record. I trained myself make these distinctions very early in my training, and I've used my recordings to prove what I can see and hear is really taking place. That it might be a replay of a recording by a network hack is irrelevant. If we can hear a screaming child, we do all we can, or we face the fact that we're likely to be condemned as sociopaths too.

So, what was this killer trying to call out? Why would someone choose to pull out the nasty worm? Do you think he might've tried to convince the victim that s/he was really giving birth? Or silence him or her for talking too much? Perhaps her intestines fell out when he penetrated too far, and he tryed to convince her of the fact that now s/he's become a man, my daughter believes she has to have her breasts removed so she can be a man too. Did he try to play God and pull a rib out as well because God said that's how he created man? Did he clean up the mess he made by bleeding her heart onto it? I don't know. How many others will die to help him to deal with his problem because he can't admit to his own mistake if all he has to do to get away with it is blame the guys who masturbate to convince them of the fact that they're covetousness pulled the poor girl apart!

I believe the killer of the child I encountered had some idea of what displaying the desecrated body would do to me. To be sure, teaching me discretion was one. But has he, or she, given thought to what it might be like to be displayed without his or her body parts? Has s/he considered what it would be like to live with the morbid reflection of people engrossed with the remains of his or her body struggling to live, or die as the case may be? To use the videotape evidence I provided would at least make clear the fact that there was no hope of recovery for the victim I encountered, and no need for me, or anyone else to review, disrupt, or disturb what happened any more than the killer did for any reason whatsoever. Creation itself is good - even if our version of God isn't. And mother earth knows what to do with everything that has ever lived better than we do. Let's let her.

To be confronted with a child describing make believe doesn't seem strange to me at a time like this. It's like a safety net, but in our religious approach to life we're required put childish things away. I believe it bears scrutiny, and have tried to cover this aspect of my life more thoroughly at: Cloud Index. It's actually a relief to debate questions like: Why do you pull the sheets up to cover yourself when you're alone in your room? Do you believe I can see you seeing me in your night clothes even though I'm not there? Did you say you slept with me to make my niece who fell asleep in the crook of my arm jealous? Perhaps you represent all the girls I've loved before! Maybe you're carrying out the dream of another little girl when I was a young man whose mother said to me:

"Superman, Robin Hood, Rogue, you are the dream of my little girl! Can you be real, can you stay real?" You may even be an Empress in a Throne Room awaiting your Emperor! But will he have control over the clouds, the winds, and the rain, or will the Genii (the manifestation of the ancestral dead) - like our Terror take control?

(By the way, if I were you, I'd work on flooding one person at a time, rather than the whole planet like God did, 'cause he promised he'd never do it again! He even put a rainbow in the sky as a sign of his promise to all people. If the planet floods again, we will only have ourselves to blame, and we don't want to have to blame you!)

I'm grateful to be able to take comfort from good people who've chosen to move and speak with such grace and gentle sincerity that even when confronted by the hatred of my own, I can hold fast to the real value of what remains by remembering what I've learned from them.

My friend Davy might've been hurt really badly by my bat swing when I was 7, and he may have even died, but perhaps it would have been better if he had! To live with over 50 years of resentment doesn't seem like much of a life to me even if he was allowed his revenge. Some may honor his vengeance if that's what it is, but we're doing all we can to make things right. Most people don't get past the trauma of life and living, and the emotional baggage of injuries - fancied or real. Overcoming the contempt with which we've been treated isn't hard, and I've had lots of practice, but our courtrooms won't hear it, and most can't live with it. Like the fall of man, it's the condemnation of a world most believe to be good based upon a refusal to accept God's better judgement, and it's not our place to make these judgements ourselves.

God does not change; He doesn't need to. He continues to disclose Himself to us because we draw near to Him. We love Him, and have chosen to write all the words and all the revelations because what we were given is incomplete and unfulfilled. We're all condemned to die. That hasn't changed, and it's abundantly clear to me that at least some would not choose eternal life even if they could.

On Difficult Language
(How to deal with explicit talk - from the Log)

Even if I was offended by a father I didn't know well, or a power of creation that we don't always have control over, after careful study of spiritual teachings, I realized that God, and His power to create can only be a consciousness in the world if we see Him in our community. It is His conscious contact with us that gives us the power to be aware of His judgements and our duties. Though our parents may not be the best example of God in our lives, when we're children, there are none other more reliable to turn to. We're not always conscious of His judgement because we are the vitality, activity and actuality of the state He posits, but we wouldn't have an understanding of the problems we face without His consciousness. In that moment of awareness, our consciousness becomes His actuality and our duties become clear. (Witnessing evidence of the works of love ought to be followed by reverence.

The Oldest Sin

We brought our hatred and contempt for the cowardice of men, and we were shown love. What's been lost are treasures of those like Black Elk, who's Vision is probably the most relevant inspiration in our world today. The Internet has changed our reality to such an extent that what we choose to manifest in the world will only take place if we let it. We have a chance to revise what doesn't work. Our virtual visualizations get revised when they're not working. All that's required of us is to respect and have reverence for the sincerity that we've been shown by those who've loved us.

Either we're a part of the solution, or we become a part of the problem. What kind of a world do we want to live in? What kind of a world have we created? We can leave room for doubt, or rely upon a curse to separates us from unpleasant facts, but if the truth really is tragic, it might be better to breathe out, and let go of the endless gasp. Better to face a fact once, than to die a thousand deaths with the fear that the tragedy might really be true. I chose to grieve the loss of life that occurrs, and know it to be a tragedy from my own perspective, rather than live with the conjecture of others trying to determine what motivated the crime. We don't have to do a thing. We'll just call it Internal Affairs that the whole world gets to know.

But I wrote without clarifying the severity of some of the concerns I described to help you to understand the predicament we're all in.

First of all, I was advised to make amends to my friend Davy by a Police Officer who didn't think I'd done enough to set matters straight in the 1960s. So, I wrote in my confessions more about the incident you're welcome to review. Its significant for several reasons, including the implication of using names, and perhaps even the meaning, or connotation of names Onomastics. Ironically, we can be prosecuted by the use of names. Names that imply by way of their meaning a behavior that the lives of the people so named therefor commit, cover-up, dispose of, and/or put in our community. It’s as old as the Bible, and getting worse.

Currently Events Include:

  1. A death threat that came from an apartment below related to the use of evidence ("I'll kill you if you two pull that evidence out").
  2. A resident manager who won’t admit that a tenant in our lobby telephoned someone else to notify them that I was going upstairs to my apartment (clearly visible on camera).
  3. One of my swimming students who showed up in the company of a middle-aged man without her parents. Please see: my log.
  4. Calls from debt collectors for the landlord of my last location for damages resulting from the harassment we live with.
  5. The IRS taxing a trust account and my advocacy for myself and my business failing because its more profitable to create a crisis.
  6. My dentists have pulled most of my teeth, so I can't articulate a verbal defense (I can't afford Prosthodontics).
  7. I've worked for years to protect and defend myself without the time or money afforded by my trade because I've had to tend the needs of clients who can't pay and are also living with life threatening situations.
  8. I've been largely banished for efforts to protect and defend the good people of Church Groups with missing fingers and body parts etc, but it’s becoming clear that there are others will go to any lengths to demand rigid adherence to disabling practices because scripture says so.
  9. I was locked out of my Facebook account while studying an evaluation I was advised to make: Anonymous reports, vs the use of signed documents.

And nevertheless, we're working on new ways to regain control over our media, profiles, comments, likes and other web disseminated information that may be used - or abused, to portray us in unsavory ways by every means possible.

There is no privacy when others use our children to call us out to account for our own behavior, and some members of the Anonymous Community have presumed to make good the payment of illegal debts. There is a dark side to spirituality. When we open ourselves up to spiritual practices, we must accept all forms of it - or none. I developed safeguards for the hazards of using program mentality including the use of anonymity, ambiguity and generality when opening up about the causes and conditions of our drinking (also in my log).

Had I not followed the activity closely, I would not have realized that much of the harassment I live with is ridiculous. By vilifying the honest inquiry and concern of children who are trying to deal with the cruelty of professionals in our culture in an honest way, and embarrassing courageous and honorable efforts to understand what's happening to us and why, professionals gain the opportunity to exploit them for the rest of their lives! I also lost two Google accounts during this effort, along with the email and YouTube channels and the advertising for my business, which still refers to my old location as a result. The Elder who I spoke to about the young mother and child who helped develop PTSSS, doesn't know where they are anymore.

Efforts to work with the Health Care System, the Church, and Justice Department privately and independently ought to indicate that when I'm in conflict with a party, I work with the parties I'm in conflict with. Not my attorney, not a representative, but me. By working with people who offend me directly, I hope to avoid the need for third party interventions and ideally find myself and my own confessions to be responsible for the problem. Though it may seem selfish to always keep the focus on me, one can only resolve the differences between two parties themselves. And eventually, I only have another instance of myself to blame.

Ongoing Corrections

I've updated my poetry page, the log and linked internal copies of my trip log and the hate crime scene to them for additional clarity because the hacks to my log seem to suggest that I've been evasive, or confusing and the consequences for doing so seem quite dire. I've also added a few new conclusions to the narrative of my log, such as:

  • Most of the hacks I encounter are scrambled words, suggesting that there may be a program at work. If you check my Github page, you'll find that I've been forked by someone using Python with an MIT License. I don't know what they're doing, but they have my domain name to refer to from my profile (that's the domain that's clearly been compromised for the last month or so), and the project is described as: Analysis code: The brain reconstructs bits of information into rich meaningful representations.
  • The next most common are those that involve reframing my work to cast it as hate speech, or even attempts to place me at the hate crime scene when I was not. A motive suggesting that the killer of the victim I found is trying to get away with the crime by blaming someone else, or using my documents to make his confession.
  • The most recent nuance - an effort to frame me as a sloppy thief copying my work to a new document as in the Open Letter may have also been used to suggest that I'm hateful by referring to the death of bullheads I used for fertilizer again, I don't really know.

What's interesting about this, is that they're preying primarily on two program principles. To be rid of anger, and to avoid complicating the situation. By doing so, they've portrayed me as someone who has not practiced the program. What I may have failed to communicate is that I'm not just teaching program mentality, I'm also using it as a preparation for problem solving. Problem solving as described by the Ashkenazi to deal with Genocide, as applied to the Native culture and Human trafficking in our Country.

I shared the open letter with a few other friends of mine, and got a complaint about lack of clarity from one, so I've done my level best to clear up any confusion I can find ASAP by way of the log and poetry page (which seem to be the most problematic), but I still have to return to the letter itself before I'll be satisfied that I've done a thorough job.

I don't know enough about the motivation for their fork yet to be sure. I've already made it clear that Academics are indulgent in this area by use of my introduction to the Archived Docs. Academics have traditionally been on the cutting edge of genocide, but the fork seems to be making a mockery of my effort by linking a project that reconstructs of bits of information - presumably random information that's being used to confound arguments against hate by calling it hate. An application of censorship applied to efforts to prosecute the lynch mob after the crimes already taken place.

That’s really the crime. Once a lynch mob has begun killing, we have to report the crime. Their trying to use Constitutional Limitations after the fact. There may have been breaches of our Freedom of Expression before the killing that may be cited as motivation for the crime, but that needs to be decided by a Judge. That's why I'm covering events before the crime in my log as well.

I also ought emphasis that I was asked to cooperate with law enforcement before beginning with the sale of alcohol to minors. Shortly after I from a Christmas vacation at home, I was greeted at the grocery store by two guys who looked to be in their early 20's that were nearly 7 feet tall. They asked me to pick up a 6 pack for them, and I did so without thinking. I was dealing with jet lag, and it was late, but I was arrested and asked to cooperate with the police by the Assistant District Attorney.

I enjoy the police. I genuinely like them, and I've had no difficulty getting along with them, or opening up, but I can't afford the ongoing sanctions to my business. I have to upgrade my equipment. Old equipment is probably the main cause of the security leaks I live with and it has to be replaced with comparable, or better equipment to really shore up my work well.

- and

And because I mentioned the fact that a project at GitHub may have become problematic, I should also point out that much the damage to my account access (Gmail and Facebook in particular) - and perhaps breaches of my accounts and unauthorized account access in general may have become worse when my iPad was stolen.

Severe problems to the efficiencies of my business began in 2012, while working to build a directory to empower the people of the Missions on the Avenue, but right after I moved into the apartment I'm in now, roughly a year ago, and while at the same soup kitchen that I referred to previously in this letter, I sat down to a table with an unfamiliar face.

He said he was a Scientist, and he was sitting with someone who looked like he was dressed for military service. I was distracted by the conversation; broke, hungry and tired after moving into my new place, I left without my bag for perhaps an hour before realizing my mistake and returning to retrieve it. When I returned, the Staff at the Church claimed there was nothing resembling the bag I described in the basement where the soup is served. When checking again later, Church staff reported finding the bag without the iPad in the women's rest room trash bin. I asked them to report the theft, and the police told me to report it myself, so this has become the ongoing report online at my log You'll find the entries there too.

The concerns I'm reporting now, are probably related to problems that escalated then. I haven't been there often since because I was angry, and needed to cool off, but they may have been anticipating my return - perhaps with some concern about what they've done. It was clear that they were on the defensive the last time I visited, and it ought to be clear in my open letter how I arrived at this conclusion now.

Conclusion:

The fact that we're required to report the crime that results in our injuries suggests that State Policy makers don't care about the deadly consequences of following through with their expectations. Perhaps because the medical profession is making a profit with the ongoing damages.

But the old school still exists. The muckrakers and their safes, the thugs and their allies. Extortion and blackmail, kidnapping and racketeering, torture and deceit, still function in society today because they make money, but is that the kind of world you want to live in? Apart from preparing Methanol, the Management of the Gulag accomplished their own confessions by using the beaten and drugged bodies of their victims. Is that how we're going to purify ourselves in this country now too?

 

IMID

Gulag Pure and Simple

While drugged and beaten, we confess to the sins of our captors. While being conditioned, we act out the crimes they've committed because we don't fully understand what they've done or why we're being punished. We use demonstrations with contempt to prove that there's a problem, and they use them to prove we need conditioning. Conditioning that's so powerful that their control over us is all they need to prove that we are, or have the problem.

All a physician needs to employ such tactics is just cause, and confessions obtained while drugging and beating is sufficient to keep the State funded for a lifetime of abuse. Our reports jeopardize our safety because we're betraying criminals who may be better positioned to heal, and/or correct the problem. This is human control.

Acting out frustrations serves sufficiently to illustrate what the Doctor would have us believe, or what Investigators have been told. A patient reports injury that result from offenders who drug and restrain us (sometimes the physicians themselves), and gets labeled as a 'danger to self'.

Perhaps starting with the believe that I was a German child (who has no conscience), because I failed to get my friend on a gurney, stretcher, or to hospital may have led them to believe this fallacy, but at the age of 7 in the 1960's we didn't have 911, and I thought telling his mother what happened would be sufficient (Please see: Confessions).

I believe that various forms of commitment served Doctors best because my original confessions to health care personnel referred to the discovery and investigation of wounds resulting from the doctor's procedures (Please see: http://imid.us.com/self-examination.html).

Because they may have been able to used my administration of a enema to cover-up their own procedures (I had forgotten about the task, and was completely doped up when committed), they could slyly refer to the insertion of a plastic stop cock with petroleum jelly to motivate us all to stick our complaints about circumcision where the sun don't shine (Please see: Historical Treatments).

IMID