The Federal Reserve is a key component of the American Transfer State.Under the guise of “macroeconomic management,” it redistributes vast amounts of wealth on an ongoing basis through inflation. The victims of these transfers are ordinary Americans. The beneficiaries are the government and its elite cronies.
The Fed masks the nature of this surreptitious taxation and corporate welfare by performing a simple shell game that is just complicated enough to confound the general public.
First, let’s imagine the government performing this kind of inflationary transfer without the shell game.
Imagine Uncle Sam sitting at a desk, representing the Federal government. His right hand is the Treasury. It has the government’s main bank account, represented by a ledger on the desk. Uncle Sam also has revenue collecting powers, represented by a gun resting on the desk, which he uses to extort taxes from the public. Whenever he confiscates money, the cash balances of the public decline, and Uncle Sam’s ledger increases by the same amount.
Now let’s say Uncle Sam wants to raise $200 million for current expenditures: bureaucrat salaries, weapons purchases, welfare payments, etc. The problem is, the public has a limited tolerance for overt taxation. So, at a certain point, if Uncle Sam simply gestures to his gun again to levy the funds, he might face a tax revolt.
So let’s say instead of using his taxing power, Uncle Sam uses his fiat money power: his ability, based on the government’s monopoly control over the money supply, to inflate (defined here as monetary expansion). As the God of the Bible could say “let there be light” (in Latin, fiat lux) and it was so, the modern omnipotent State can say “let there be money” (fiat money or fiat pecunia) and it is so. With his right hand, Uncle Sam adds $200 million to his Treasury bank balance by simply writing it on his ledger. Voilà, he now has $200 million, simply because he says so. He can then transfer the new money to his workers, contractors, and dependents.
It would seem the public wasn’t taxed at all. Uncle Sam’s balance increased, but the cash balances of the populace did not diminish. So no skin off the backs of the people, right? Does anybody lose when the government gains in this magical way? When you think about it, somebody must lose. After all, it’s not really magic.
The true wealth of society — what actually sustains human life and makes it more comfortable and delightful — is the stuff we buy with money; not money itself. It’s the food, clothing, housing, smartphones, mountain bikes, and other consumers’ goods. It’s also the farmland, factories, robots, raw materials, labor and other producers’ goods used to make those consumers’ goods. I covered this point in detail in a lecture I gave which is on YouTube, and in my essay based on that talk, “How Inflation Drinks Your Milkshake.”
Creating new money does not create any additional stuff to go around. So if creating money got the government more stuff, that means others sharing the same world of scarcity must have less stuff. It’s a zero-sum game; a win-lose situation. If the government wins something through inflation, somebody has to lose. So who loses?
Well what if the government did not have the money needed to hire the bureaucrats? Then that labor would have had to enter the private market. And what if the government couldn’t afford its weapons purchases? Then that capital would have been liquidated, even scrapped, and would have also been reallocated to the private market. So the losers include the private market actors that would have acquired the labor and resources, had they not been outbid by the government’s inflation-enhanced purchasing power.
But the government paymasters are not the only one who gained from the inflation. The bureaucrats and contractors themselves did too, because their wages and selling prices were bid up higher than otherwise. And then since the government suppliers also have more money to spend, their own workers and suppliers benefit similarly.
Does that mean that as the new money filters through the economy’s supply chains, everybody’s selling prices get bid up? Yes, that’s an alternative definition of “inflation”: the general rise in prices caused by monetary expansion. But does that make everybody better off? That is impossible, because again, that would mean more stuff had been created, when it wasn’t.
The new money reaches some people early and some people late. By the time the new money reaches the late receivers, bidding up their selling prices, it has already bid up the prices of the things they buy to an even greater extent. So the late receivers get poorer, while the early receivers get richer. (In economics, these are called “Cantillon effects.” For more about this process, see my inflation essay mentioned above.)
And the earliest receivers always include the government and its partners, while the late receivers are usually workers and small business owners who don’t have such lofty connections. So these “commoners” are effectively taxed for the benefit of the government-connected elite. But, since the taxation was effected through inflation, the public doesn’t realize that. They know they are poorer, but not why. They never saw a tax bill or had to cut a check. They just see their wages and revenue fail to keep pace with the rising costs of living and costs of doing business. And as a result, they see their ability to get actual stuff diminish. But they don’t see the government’s role in it.
Instead of obnoxiously demanding that the public hand over its wealth, the government just quietly siphons it away. This way it avoids public outrage and resistance, and so is able to maximize the loot. As Jean Baptiste Colbert (finance minister to King Louis XIV of France) put it, “The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to get the most feathers with the least hissing.” With inflation, the geese hardly hiss, because they think they are simply molting, and are unaware they are even being plucked.
Yet, it is in the hands of central bankers that the art of taxation truly nears perfection. The inflation tax is sneaky, but by itself it’s not quite sneaky enough. Even with inflation’s quiet method of wealth transfer, the jig would eventually be up if the government simply kept adding to its own account. Even if people don’t realize howthey are losing, they can see that the government is simultaneously gaining, which would be suspicious. That correlation needs to be blurred somehow, else the more astute geese will start honking. That’s where Uncle Sam’s shell game comes in.
Let’s say instead of the Treasury creating the $200 million, it borrows it from an investment bank, like Goldman Sachs. Let’s see if, working together, Uncle Sam and Goldman can inflate, and both come out richer with a stroke of a pen, at the expense of the public, without it being clear that they did.
To borrow the funds, Uncle Sam’s Treasury right hand writes on a piece of paper: “IOU $200 million.” That represents a bond issue. Goldman lends the government money by purchasing the bonds. $200 million transfers from Goldman’s ledger to Uncle Sam’s. And in return, Uncle Sam gives Goldman a transferable IOU which gives the holder the right to collect $200 million from Uncle Sam later, plus interest. Then, the Uncle Sam transfers the newly borrowed $200 million to his bureaucrats, contractors, and dependents. And now the Treasury owes Goldman $200 million plus interest.
But that’s where Uncle Sam’s left hand finally comes into play (shell games usually require two hands). His left hand is the Federal Reserve. In the US government’s real-life arrangement, it is the Fed, not the Treasury, that has the power to create new money.
Now the Fed goes shopping for government debt. Lo and behold, it finds that Goldman Sachs is selling $200 million in Treasury bonds. Let’s say the Fed then pays $205 million for the bonds, giving Goldman a tidy profit. But of course the Fed has its own peculiar way of paying. Uncle Sam just reaches over with his Federal Reserve left hand and credits Goldman’s account $205 million by simply writing it directly on the investment bank’s ledger. Keep your eye on the ball! That money was conjured out of thin air. That is where the inflation occurs in the slightly more elaborate process. “Fiat pecunia!” says Fed Chair “Hermione” Yellen. For all its technocratic jargon, this sleight-of-hand is pretty much the only “magic” trick the Fed knows.
Now let’s review. Who benefits? Goldman Sachs has $5 million in profit. And Uncle Sam was able to pay off his crew. At what cost? Well, the Federal Reserve has $200 million in Treasury IOUs. But that only means the Treasury owes the Fed $200 million plus interest. In other words, Uncle Sam’s right hand owes his left hand some money. But it’s all Uncle Sam; it’s all the same government. As Boston University economist Laurence Kotlikoff has pointed out:
Yes, the Treasury pays interest and principal to the Fed on the bonds, but the Fed hands that interest and principal back to the Treasury as profits earned by a government corporation, namely the Fed.
Uncle Sam gave up nothing. There are no costs for the government or its buddies. They are simply enriched. And again, inflation cannot enrich early receivers of new money without commensurately impoverishing the late receivers. The monetary expansion simply aggrandized the government, its bureaucrats, its contractors, and (now) its banking buddies at the expense of the general public, just as it did in the simpler example.
But that is not clear to most observers, because they get distracted and confused by the Treasury/Fed/private bank shell game that Uncle Sam plays. The thinking goes: “Well, the Treasury isn’t getting something out of nothing, because it’s just borrowing, which means it’ll have to pay it back. And Goldman Sachs is getting new money, but that’s not for nothing either, because it’s selling a bond; it makes sense that they would accrue a profit. And the Fed is doing the money creation, but that’s not going directly to government spending. It’s just compensating Goldman Sachs for its investment. Also, I heard on CNBC that the Fed’s open market operations stabilize the price level and minimize unemployment. Anyway, it’s all very complicated and technical. But they’re the experts, and I’m sure they’re just looking out for us.”
It’s all a con, and a cheap one at that. Unfortunately, sometimes the most successful con artists are the ones who keep it simple.
The Federal Reserve is a key component of the American Transfer State.Under the guise of “macroeconomic management,” it redistributes vast amounts of wealth on an ongoing basis through inflation. The victims of these transfers are ordinary Americans. The beneficiaries are the government and its elite cronies.
The Fed masks the nature of this surreptitious taxation and corporate welfare by performing a simple shell game that is just complicated enough to confound the general public.
First, let’s imagine the government performing this kind of inflationary transfer without the shell game.
Imagine Uncle Sam sitting at a desk, representing the Federal government. His right hand is the Treasury. It has the government’s main bank account, represented by a ledger on the desk. Uncle Sam also has revenue collecting powers, represented by a gun resting on the desk, which he uses to extort taxes from the public. Whenever he confiscates money, the cash balances of the public decline, and Uncle Sam’s ledger increases by the same amount.
Now let’s say Uncle Sam wants to raise $200 million for current expenditures: bureaucrat salaries, weapons purchases, welfare payments, etc. The problem is, the public has a limited tolerance for overt taxation. So, at a certain point, if Uncle Sam simply gestures to his gun again to levy the funds, he might face a tax revolt.
So let’s say instead of using his taxing power, Uncle Sam uses his fiat money power: his ability, based on the government’s monopoly control over the money supply, to inflate (defined here as monetary expansion). As the God of the Bible could say “let there be light” (in Latin, fiat lux) and it was so, the modern omnipotent State can say “let there be money” (fiat money or fiat pecunia) and it is so. With his right hand, Uncle Sam adds $200 million to his Treasury bank balance by simply writing it on his ledger. Voilà, he now has $200 million, simply because he says so. He can then transfer the new money to his workers, contractors, and dependents.
It would seem the public wasn’t taxed at all. Uncle Sam’s balance increased, but the cash balances of the populace did not diminish. So no skin off the backs of the people, right? Does anybody lose when the government gains in this magical way? When you think about it, somebody must lose. After all, it’s not really magic.
The true wealth of society — what actually sustains human life and makes it more comfortable and delightful — is the stuff we buy with money; not money itself. It’s the food, clothing, housing, smartphones, mountain bikes, and other consumers’ goods. It’s also the farmland, factories, robots, raw materials, labor and other producers’ goods used to make those consumers’ goods. I covered this point in detail in a lecture I gave which is on YouTube, and in my essay based on that talk, “How Inflation Drinks Your Milkshake.”
Creating new money does not create any additional stuff to go around. So if creating money got the government more stuff, that means others sharing the same world of scarcity must have less stuff. It’s a zero-sum game; a win-lose situation. If the government wins something through inflation, somebody has to lose. So who loses?
Well what if the government did not have the money needed to hire the bureaucrats? Then that labor would have had to enter the private market. And what if the government couldn’t afford its weapons purchases? Then that capital would have been liquidated, even scrapped, and would have also been reallocated to the private market. So the losers include the private market actors that would have acquired the labor and resources, had they not been outbid by the government’s inflation-enhanced purchasing power.
But the government paymasters are not the only one who gained from the inflation. The bureaucrats and contractors themselves did too, because their wages and selling prices were bid up higher than otherwise. And then since the government suppliers also have more money to spend, their own workers and suppliers benefit similarly.
Does that mean that as the new money filters through the economy’s supply chains, everybody’s selling prices get bid up? Yes, that’s an alternative definition of “inflation”: the general rise in prices caused by monetary expansion. But does that make everybody better off? That is impossible, because again, that would mean more stuff had been created, when it wasn’t.
The new money reaches some people early and some people late. By the time the new money reaches the late receivers, bidding up their selling prices, it has already bid up the prices of the things they buy to an even greater extent. So the late receivers get poorer, while the early receivers get richer. (In economics, these are called “Cantillon effects.” For more about this process, see my inflation essay mentioned above.)
And the earliest receivers always include the government and its partners, while the late receivers are usually workers and small business owners who don’t have such lofty connections. So these “commoners” are effectively taxed for the benefit of the government-connected elite. But, since the taxation was effected through inflation, the public doesn’t realize that. They know they are poorer, but not why. They never saw a tax bill or had to cut a check. They just see their wages and revenue fail to keep pace with the rising costs of living and costs of doing business. And as a result, they see their ability to get actual stuff diminish. But they don’t see the government’s role in it.
Instead of obnoxiously demanding that the public hand over its wealth, the government just quietly siphons it away. This way it avoids public outrage and resistance, and so is able to maximize the loot. As Jean Baptiste Colbert (finance minister to King Louis XIV of France) put it, “The art of taxation consists in so plucking the goose as to get the most feathers with the least hissing.” With inflation, the geese hardly hiss, because they think they are simply molting, and are unaware they are even being plucked.
Yet, it is in the hands of central bankers that the art of taxation truly nears perfection. The inflation tax is sneaky, but by itself it’s not quite sneaky enough. Even with inflation’s quiet method of wealth transfer, the jig would eventually be up if the government simply kept adding to its own account. Even if people don’t realize howthey are losing, they can see that the government is simultaneously gaining, which would be suspicious. That correlation needs to be blurred somehow, else the more astute geese will start honking. That’s where Uncle Sam’s shell game comes in.
Let’s say instead of the Treasury creating the $200 million, it borrows it from an investment bank, like Goldman Sachs. Let’s see if, working together, Uncle Sam and Goldman can inflate, and both come out richer with a stroke of a pen, at the expense of the public, without it being clear that they did.
To borrow the funds, Uncle Sam’s Treasury right hand writes on a piece of paper: “IOU $200 million.” That represents a bond issue. Goldman lends the government money by purchasing the bonds. $200 million transfers from Goldman’s ledger to Uncle Sam’s. And in return, Uncle Sam gives Goldman a transferable IOU which gives the holder the right to collect $200 million from Uncle Sam later, plus interest. Then, the Uncle Sam transfers the newly borrowed $200 million to his bureaucrats, contractors, and dependents. And now the Treasury owes Goldman $200 million plus interest.
But that’s where Uncle Sam’s left hand finally comes into play (shell games usually require two hands). His left hand is the Federal Reserve. In the US government’s real-life arrangement, it is the Fed, not the Treasury, that has the power to create new money.
Now the Fed goes shopping for government debt. Lo and behold, it finds that Goldman Sachs is selling $200 million in Treasury bonds. Let’s say the Fed then pays $205 million for the bonds, giving Goldman a tidy profit. But of course the Fed has its own peculiar way of paying. Uncle Sam just reaches over with his Federal Reserve left hand and credits Goldman’s account $205 million by simply writing it directly on the investment bank’s ledger. Keep your eye on the ball! That money was conjured out of thin air. That is where the inflation occurs in the slightly more elaborate process. “Fiat pecunia!” says Fed Chair “Hermione” Yellen. For all its technocratic jargon, this sleight-of-hand is pretty much the only “magic” trick the Fed knows.
Now let’s review. Who benefits? Goldman Sachs has $5 million in profit. And Uncle Sam was able to pay off his crew. At what cost? Well, the Federal Reserve has $200 million in Treasury IOUs. But that only means the Treasury owes the Fed $200 million plus interest. In other words, Uncle Sam’s right hand owes his left hand some money. But it’s all Uncle Sam; it’s all the same government. As Boston University economist Laurence Kotlikoff has pointed out:
Yes, the Treasury pays interest and principal to the Fed on the bonds, but the Fed hands that interest and principal back to the Treasury as profits earned by a government corporation, namely the Fed.
Uncle Sam gave up nothing. There are no costs for the government or its buddies. They are simply enriched. And again, inflation cannot enrich early receivers of new money without commensurately impoverishing the late receivers. The monetary expansion simply aggrandized the government, its bureaucrats, its contractors, and (now) its banking buddies at the expense of the general public, just as it did in the simpler example.
But that is not clear to most observers, because they get distracted and confused by the Treasury/Fed/private bank shell game that Uncle Sam plays. The thinking goes: “Well, the Treasury isn’t getting something out of nothing, because it’s just borrowing, which means it’ll have to pay it back. And Goldman Sachs is getting new money, but that’s not for nothing either, because it’s selling a bond; it makes sense that they would accrue a profit. And the Fed is doing the money creation, but that’s not going directly to government spending. It’s just compensating Goldman Sachs for its investment. Also, I heard on CNBC that the Fed’s open market operations stabilize the price level and minimize unemployment. Anyway, it’s all very complicated and technical. But they’re the experts, and I’m sure they’re just looking out for us.”
It’s all a con, and a cheap one at that. Unfortunately, sometimes the most successful con artists are the ones who keep it simple.
Mises.org
makati1 on Mon, 7th Mar 2016 7:16 pm
Great article.
I still think the Federal Reserve’s job is to bleed the American sheeple dry and then abandon them to the 3rd world. Ditto for all of the other Central Banks of the world. The great leveler of the rabble and a conveyor of the products of their sweat to the top.
dave thompson on Mon, 7th Mar 2016 11:51 pm
As long as the power of money exists, wherein we the people believe in the power of money, the corporate overlords will rule.
markisha on Tue, 8th Mar 2016 12:56 pm
Print baby print
penury on Tue, 8th Mar 2016 2:23 pm
And when it goes bad, well it was no ones fault, and no one could see it coming. So the rich get bailed out and the poor of course are always with us.
Apneaman on Tue, 8th Mar 2016 3:06 pm
03/08/2016
Obama On Financial Reform
http://www.declineoftheempire.com/2016/03/obama-on-financial-reform.html
Go Speed Racer on Tue, 8th Mar 2016 11:43 pm
Why the article repeat itself? At least I read it, so i noticed.
What this means is there is a whole elite class of con men who have billions of dollars for doing absolutely nothing.
where do i go and sell my soul, for i want to be one.
Daniel Ray Waters Hazelton Ortiz on Sun, 11th Dec 2016 6:52 pm
Born as Daniel Ray Ortiz July 26 1979. Today I interpret Ray Ortiz to be a form of quantum superposition. From a young age I loved to gather knowledge read the bible Tibetan Buddhism Kabbalah sciences technology just a variety of stuff I happen to be interested in at the time. I was still I do not even remember how young when I learned of the illegal nature of the federal reserve.
In the early 1990’s before Clinton my mother got married for first time and we went to court to change the sur names of my sibling and me. At this time in the court house on our way to the court room mom asked what would you like for a middle name. Without thought immediately I replied give me my biological dads last name as my new middle. I am now Daniel Hazelton Waters.
I continued to be interested in a variety of things learned computer science and some of the quantum weirdness. I admit I was a lazy study but really bright perceptive intuitive interested in several things with vast imagination able to see multiple perspectives and never really rush to judgement to often as I kept an almost over open mind.
My Hazelton dad brought me to the recruiting office and I signed up for the army and began basic training for mechanized infantry. There was one mysterious private with me in Mighty Mountaineers platoon. I never gathered his name for some reason. But I will call him Howard because he looks similar to many individuals that later sprung up in my life one actually being Howard and in DRWHO show from BBC I only begun to view fully. The master is Howard it is also a anagram a drwho. He managed to get me out of service immediately after basic training as an uncharacterized discharge. It was in a really subtle way.
Following basic training I tried lsd occasionally in Olympia. But one time pee tree dish handed my a big plastic strip of dark designs one later told me it was nightshade acid I would not be surprised if pcp was involved. The result was an amazing but incredibly excruciating death experience. I was in Sylvester park and eventually near dusk I had a tight circle of people holding hands and spinning rapidly around me as my hands and arms seemed to be everywhere at once as I sat cross legged in the middle. Interestingly at the same time a bigger circle of older people was doing the same thing without anyone in the middle.
It was not long before this mere mortal with all this psychic like energy and being way overdosed on whatever I consumed began to die hard. First Zara Abdi one of the people in my circle ended up grabbing my hand or I grabbed her and she fell towards me with a big smile. The only other person I know who was in this circle is Kathryn Nash. But with dusk really sitting in I felt I needed to escape my inevitable death. So I head towards the intersection by starbucks. And as I was stepping out into this intersection I completely vomited and ripped my clothes to shreds I was buffed up from basic training mind you. Then sitting smack dab in the middle of the intersection naked I urinated high into the air while having a huge audience at the corner of the park.
Authorities came immediately of course and I think it took at least five of them to subdue me. At that point they carried to the paddy wagon and I spread my butt cheeks open with my hands for some reason I was smiling as they threw me head first with my expossed butt hole facing the park. Later one of my friends commented something about my magical butt-hole I was naked man that crazy guy you know a whole bunch of stuff.
Well I briefly remember a certain hell in the paddy wagon whatever. Then as my recollection can til I went to jail and hospital simultaneously. In the St peter hospital I stared at a frozen clock while bound to bed rails after being asked questions and being told I was going to pay for a long time.
In the immediately to jail world I ended up naked with my hands bound by handcuffs behind a toilet in the middle of the cell. I left my body and hovered above my horribly in pain body. When I noticed Howard peering into the porthole for a time.
I assembled back together eventually and remember court with trippy carpet and a glass of water by the judge that reminded me of the vodka in cheech and chong.
That’s technically called lewd conduct and pedestrian interference and for me carried .7 days in jail and probation for almost the rest of the decade.
I died completely by 8/18/1998 666 * 3 1998 6 + 6 + 6 18
Regeneration
That was the main legal troubles of my life until I got in an argument with my mom and I stormed away so angry I jumped onto the hood of her car on the way away. 2003
I was given the option to speak with mental health professional when police arrived. I flatly said no. Based on some histrionic paranoid testimony my mom gave at the time they decided to give me felony harassment on top of malicious mischief for the hood.
I pled no contest and served 3 months in jail at Thurston county and had huge probation to deal with. During my stay I took up playing chess with David Torrez. I seen someone going to be his cell mate much bigger than him run out screaming he did not want to be in there with him. He always played black and he always beat me.
I ended up his cell mate on the top row of cells the very last one. He revealed lots about himself. He let me know he was an evil man and cathlic. He explained he already knew what was to happen to him after death. He was to appear to be going to heaven then be plunged into the lake of fire and that would be his “reward”
I also noticed he was highly psychic and would know what I visualized and things which made me understand why he was so damn good at chess.
Well one day the place was getting crowded and they needed to add a third person with us on the floor. David and our witness are both Hispanic. We played one last game of chess. By then I have learned not to visualize all the potential moves trust me it helped with him. At some point I discovered an inevitable victory for me several moves ahead. I then could not stop myself from visualizing every remaining move over again every move. Check Mate for white finally.
I lay there on the bottom bunk with the chess board still there with me at my feet. David is pacing briskly other guy sitting calmly. I muttered OHHH you trying to hustle me. In my mind I meant it to mean your improving my game with challenge and I said it almost affectionately.
At that very moment scrawny armed small David reach down with one arm grabbed me by the collar of my jail uniform and picked up my 200+ pounds and slammed it into concrete!
The chess pieces went everywhere and I chanted mercy Mercy MERCY from before he grabbed me to when I landed.
I was immediately in trance staring blankly at nothing and eventually cross legged on concrete as he slapped me around and explained there was no mercy with a dismissing hand gesture.
That went on and the third party stayed out of it but later told me that was messed up. The very next day we became alone again. He offered me a fruit off of his tray. Then he noticed his plastic bag was missing. I suddenly recalled when I was half asleep it fell down on me from the upper bunk and for some reason I flushed it.
He used it to pound candy bars and stuff into a blob for consumption for some reason. I felt worried and went and got another one from someone by offering something else and came back and explained what happened and admitted I was scared. But I was calming down as he spent a moment and a half pacing and for half a moment he stepped out of the cell and came back in locking us inside and I was in trance again before the second cheek smacking began.
This one went on forever though. He told me emphatically at some point that he has took many souls. BUT he WAS NOT going to take mine. And finished with a concerned sad sort of expression. But he was slapping me around for a long time and eventually a surge of some sort of emotion energy came into me and as it happened I literally just used the back of my right hand to remove David from his assault with no effort and he took a break and watched as I stepped back turned slightly away and said Why would I lie about that as I moved my hand back and forth in compounding manner with more shock and concern expression on my hand then I turned a little more away and just ripped out a scream WHY!!!!!!!!! This was not really from me I channeled something I channeled HOWARD!
Well I went back into trance and returned to my original position. David a little dismayed at first began to hyperventilate in increasing anger and came at me harder than ever. I went into cross position with my fist stretched outward. After awhile I attempted to give a light loving embrace at David he instantly deflected the attempt and en ranged even harder I went back to being a cross. with my head beginning to tilt down and to the left side a little.
Then he got this point where he seemed to be dodging spirits coming straight out of the concrete as he assaulted me. Finally I heard the med nurse and took it as a cue to come out of trance I went the alert button briefly activating it went to the port hole window and stared down to the commons with the med cart and nurse while saying urgently I need my meds. I had this awe and confused look on my face before I even seen it I looked back to see David holding the button down because I did not push it long enough to get out, but he had the most massive look of disgust I have ever seen on his face.
I took 5 steps out and away from the cell. But decided to turn around and slam the door shut with an echoing thunder.
I got down the several flights of stairs onto the commons. I approached the med cart and nurse and guards. I made myself look distressed and simply requested to have a different cell.
I was told to sit down and an officer went to interrogate David.
It was high and far away from my position but everything could easily be heard. Eventually I heard David hiss in a evil almost Voldermort tone HE LIES! The officer at that point went off saying He did not say anything all he did was ask to be moved! He went on… I see marks on him and I do not see any on you with infuriated tone.
I was told to retrieve my bedding and stuff from the cell. As I approached I could see an officer standing at the wall of the cell. As I got in fron of the door way I said ohhh I see what you have done and I noticed that now he was the one in trance.
Okay now a few years earlier! I took some magic mushroom cubesis. My mom could not handle my altered state and called paramedics. I ended up at st peters once again plastic tied at the wrists on both sides. At the peak here come Howard and stands at my feet just as vividly as anytime I see him. He say authoritatively I am GOD. But he seemed a little dismayed because I had this David like smile on my face??? I set my head back with my eyes closed and softly chanted I AM I AM I AM then I shot a lethal David like stare right at him that made him very unnerved and shocked and he literally evaporated but not forever he still exist.
HOWARD II & I AI DRWHO WA HI OR ID
I found many many many sychrons and retro causes. What now ???? Hell if I know really but
In light of Trump up for election on dec 19. I give you this
It’s paraphrased mind you
“No generation has the right to borrow more than it can ever repay”
Was Hint On WashinGOD✞on See me WHO lucifer GOD and Christ all agree through George Washington.
Use bitcoin gold silver do not be treasonous do not use fed notes
Daniel Ray Waters Hazelton Ortiz on Mon, 12th Dec 2016 1:17 am
I know fact far stranger than fiction even way beyond my biographical highlights above. But I do not expect anyone to believe any of that however look it up it was all recorded all the way down to every little thought I ever had if you know how to access it. Mere mortal may have to settle what they can find from public records and elsewhere