Here's how we can take back our nation.
I wrote to a fellow freedom fighter who is getting ready to leave his country because amongst the very community where he currently lives, there’s no one he feels he can trust enough to help build community…
What I wrote to him became the outline for this letter to you,
the nation builders of tomorrow.
[you can also listen to the audio recording above if that’s easier for you]
This has been a long 3 years.
Since the start of June, I’ve taken a long hard look at the work I’ve done:
in the spring and summer of 2020, I started gathering groups of people who were ‘awake’ and refused to partake in the psychological warfare of mandatory mask-wearing,
by December 2020, I began helping people resist and defy the first wave of C19 restrictions imposed on them that threatened to put their businesses to ruin,
I hosted live trading sessions, and shared dozens of free videos on YouTube showing people how to capitalize on the market volatility we experienced in 2020 and 2021.
helping a woman find justice for
a) the murder of her son, and
b) the mutilation of his body by health professionals in harvesting his organs while he was still alive.showing people how they are not the person on their IDs, so they can see the true nature of the totalitarianism they experienced and how much lawful authority they have over their bodies.
assisting people who were facing loss of employment and/or gainful contracts to a nonsensical mandate to have an experiment injected into their bloodstream. (our team helped over 250,000 people who were given this ultimate ultimatum, completely under the radar - under no banner or brand)
traversing the lands known as Saskatchewan, Alberta, and British Columbia to help communities see the urgency in forming their own self-governance through establishing ministries of health, education, agriculture, justice, communications, and so on…
Reflecting on the work that’s happening today:
actively building a means by which you and I can create completely self-sovereign digital identifiers which will secure the complete privatization (governance) of our data, seizing it forever from the sticky fingers of the technocrats and globalists who’ve partnered up to dilute every semblance of your individuality with their precious Digital ID
helping communities self-govern their food supplies approaching the most destructive currency collapse to ever have been orchestrated on an unsuspecting public,
showing individuals how to become ministers in their communities, where they may guide their community to creating their own parallel reality where big government, big tech, and big pharma have no stranglehold on their families and neighbours,
Even with the perspective I have and the optimism I hold, this morning, I thought,
“We’re running out of time”
And we are.
Today, Mark Friesen reported on how a teacher in Saskatchewan approved grade 9 students be exposed to this set of flashcards as part of their sex education: [This was distributed by Planned Parenthood. Discretion highly advised.]
We’re at the point in the war where people are never going to be able to accomplish the freedom they want with solutions and strategies that are ‘of this world’.
Like I said in May: If we wanted to conduct unified non-compliance against the 15-minute cities, we should’ve been protesting by the thousands at the Legislature and Churchill Square back in the 90s when the Anthony Henday Drive got its funding approved.
If we wanted to avoid the Digital ID and the CBDC, we should’ve privatized our data by 1996. Remember; Google knows who you are based on your browsing habits. If you’ve used the internet for more than 1 year, congratulations! you’ve already created your Digital ID.
All we’re seeing is the unfolding of a merger acquisition.
So how do we win this war?
Start by recognizing the nature of the revolution.
I’ve been saying since about 2016; “This is a war for our consciousness.” We need to really watch our words, because they are the basis - the very foundation of our experience.
People ask if I ‘live in Edmonton’. I want to say,
“My abode is currently located in a metropolis known as Edmonton”
Of course, I mostly interact with people who don’t know the language of freedom, so I have to translate on the fly.
“Yep”.
But in truth, none of us experience life within Canada.
We experience it with our bodies.
But here, most of us are looking around at this environment and saying,
”I’m going to need a license to traverse in an automobile.”
Is that true? No! Freedom of movement is an unalienable right.
How on earth did we come to believe that we have to purchase a right back from the ‘environment’ (government) as if it was real or had any authority to govern the right in the first place?
Not to mention, it’s entirely possible to drive as a competent, safe, and even expert operator without a license… yet to avoid ‘trouble’, we go buy that magic card that ‘allows’ us to traverse the land with rubber-endowed wheels.
Why? Because we believe that’s what will help us get around and progress our lives ‘in Canada’.
There’s way more than that, isn’t there?
”I have to go to the grocery store”
and we plant our licensed asses into hunks of metal, composites, and plastic and traverse across miles of land where food grows and grazes to get some other food that was transported across hundreds of more miles of land where food grows and grazes.
It’s not wrong!! You’re not ‘bad’ for doing something so inefficient. It’s just how this environment evolved as we played along with the game.
“Oh look at that! The government said we need to social distance”
and then we push back or comply - depending how we want our body to interact in that environment’s ‘rules’ that day.
Most of you reading this are likely already aware of the farce of government, [especially Canada], but I bring all this up because the nature of this revolution has infinitely far greater reach than breaking out of the Matrix with which the globalists have enshrouded us.
Sure! The environment we’ve been told is the ‘real one’ that we ‘have to play’ contains this program we were told was “Canada” and these people known as Prime Ministers, Premiers, and MLAs make the rules (legal fictions) and we have to follow them to win the game.
But the deception goes far, far deeper than that. In fact, it can be argued that
Our entire experience has been entirely hijacked.
You see, we craft all kinds of rules about our reality.
Let me share with you an example.
I was 5 years old.
I’d just learned about April Fool’s day. Being the goof I most naturally am, I was so excited. I was allowed to fool someone. I remember the joy of that morning with greater fondness, excitement, and wonder than any Christmas I can ever remember.
So, after breakfast, my step-father was getting ready for work and I went into the living room, climbed up on the couch, and looked outside the front window.
(had to make this look as authentic as possible!)
I suddenly burst out, “Mama! Dad!” and jumped off the couch to run through the house.
“There’s a moose in the front yard!”
Dad dropped his coat and ran for the living room. He was probably thinking of getting his Springfield.
Mama knew what was happening. (I had to share it with her the night before so as to get the jitters of excitement calmed before my elaborate plan was executed)
When he saw that there was no moose and asked “Where?”, I erupted with elation, having finally tickled my own 5-year-old mind, “April Fools!”
My mother laughed. My stepdad laughed.
“Ohhh!! You got me!”
I felt so warm and fuzzy inside.
It was like having complete permission to be silly.
I felt safe.
I learned something very existential that day and I kept it near and dear to my heart:
I am here to have fun.
Later that revolutionary day, after supper was cleaned up and I was figuring out how to make waves by sliding my body back and forth in the bathtub, I heard blood-curdling screams coming from beyond the closed bathroom door and down the hall, rushing towards me, “FIRE!! THERE’S A FIRE! GET OUT OF THE HOUSE NOW!!!”
Having been exposed to CBC News playing on the TV daily, I was well aware of the horror of fire and the damage it can inflict. I knew I had to get out of the house.
But, when I told my body to get out of the bathtub, my limbs could only respond by involuntarily thrashing in the water. Within the few seconds it took for my step-dad to run down the hallway and burst open the door, in one swift motion, he grabbed me by the arm and plucked me from the tub, terrified and dripping wet.
The side door was within 3 feet of the bathroom but in that distance, carrying my rigid body whilst my legs were already instinctively running, he yelled “GET OUT” no less than 5 times.
He flung the door open and tossed my scrawny, naked, thrashing body out onto the side porch. Being after dark on April 1 in rural Alberta, still soaked wet from the bathtub, knives of ice shot through my tiny feet. But it was my heart that froze because instead of joining me in the frantic escape from the burning house, he went back inside and closed the door.
And
there I was,
completely shrouded
in a reality where the house
was on fire and the only people
who were capable of caring for me
were inside it,
burning alive.
I don’t know how long I was out there. I didn’t get frostbite nor did I sustain any physical injury, so it couldn’t have been long, but the next thing I remember was hearing the laugh.
I turned to look, and there he was in the comfort and safety of his home, pointing at me through the window, roaring with laughter. Still operating under pure instinct, I reached up for the door latch, wailing to be let back in. I can remember feeling an odd, confusing sense of relief. The door opened and he picked me up and set me down in the middle living room. He was still laughing,
“April Fool’s!
I got you back goooood!”
- Tim Burns
Getting rubbed down by a towel while I was sobbing, I saw my own dear mother standing in the kitchen with a worried look on her face with one arm crossed and the other covering her mouth, clearly frightened to do or say anything.
I didn’t experience my most impressionable years around people wearing masks, so I was one smart kid.
I knew exactly what this was and I learned a second existential lesson that day:
“I don’t deserve to have fun”
Of course, looking back at it today, I have a far greater comprehension of what happened on April 1, 1986:
An innocent little 5yr old managed to get a 30yr old man to believe there was a moose in his front yard for a random April Fool’s Day prank and the pathetic excuse of a man spent the rest of that as a logging contract supervisor near Blue Ridge, Alberta thinking:
It’s easy to point fingers and say, “He was abusive” or “Why didn’t your mother protect you from such a horrible man and find someplace safe to live?”
I definitely felt all the varying degrees and flavours of rage towards them - especially later in life.
But there was a major problem with this whole situation.
Not once did the tyrant of the house ever say,
“You don’t deserve to have fun”
I did.
I created that rule
and I made it law.
That is all on me.
Because I made it law, I was scared to have fun my whole life. In fact, I didn’t even know how serious I was at the core of my being until I was going through my divorce in 2014-15, my girlfriend at the time said, “You’re so rigid.”
Rigid. Interesting. That’s what my body was when I was picked up out of the bathtub and thrown out into the freezing cold.
Even if there was ever a time I had fun, I would figuratively, but instinctively look over my shoulder to see if it was at someone else’s expense. I couldn’t risk it.
I kept my joys very secret, and any time I experienced success at something, I felt this overwhelming pressure - like a 45 Ton weight was ominously swinging to and fro above my head, hanging by a mere thread, capable of snapping at any moment and snuffing life out of me.
When I was 36, I still hadn’t even made the connection between how I felt day to day and my step-dad’s April Fool’s prank, but I can remember telling my therapist:
“I feel like if I make just one little mistake,
it only makes sense to discard me and leave me to die…
and I wouldn’t blame anyone for doing so.”
I created a vivid reality where the world was frightfully dangerous. The choices that I felt I could make narrowed into an existence that just got more and more meagre as time went on.
It started with
You don’t deserve to have fun.
But living with such a strict rule, naturally I evolved into believing
You’re not worthy of good things.
You’re not smart enough.
You haven’t accomplished anything that someone would consider valuable.
How did this happen?
You see, the subconscious mind has only one directive, and that is to keep us safe.
And it does so miraculously, even!
It automatically heals cuts in our skin.
It automatically blinks when you detect a foreign object might get into your eye.
And you can’t possibly sit and focus hard enough to get your heart to beat.
As such, my subconscious did the only job God designed it do was to “Keep this kid safe”, and I ensured these imaginary rules were followed. I fell to the temptation of fear and created a reality for myself that needed me to live suppressed, rigid, scared, and unworthy to avoid the imaginary pain of living fully.
Was I justified in making such a rule? Considering who my mother married; maybe!
(Of course, being authentic was dangerous growing up. Imagine having a stepdad who found entertainment in throwing his wife’s son out into the cold and laughing at his tiny little naked body shiver as he screamed. Imagine living in a home where your own mother doesn’t even feel safe enough to protect you from a maniacal psychopath. I was not in a safe environment.)
But my subconscious mind crafted an entire lifetime of making that environment reality, and like a tyrant, I ruled myself in a state of being that was so far from my true, authentic being.
But I’m not in that environment anymore. I haven’t lived under his rules for over 24 years.
“thou shalt have no other gods before me”
I lived my entire life, having never left that living room
where he was god.
How sad.
But really, it’s no different than the lunacy of believing there is a little plastic card that is magically capable of allowing someone to drive a car ‘because thems the rules.’
It’s only natural that such a mentality will eventually lead people to believe the rule-designer when it claims there is a deadly airborne virus that can be avoided by wearing a mask that’s laced with toxic chemicals.
“For your safety”
That’s how Tyrants talk, remember?
“You can’t do that! You have to do this! It’s for your safety.”
What a terrible place to live.
It wasn’t until I went through a therapeutic mental exercise, I went back to that living room, picked that little boy up and got him the hell outta there.
That was healing. It was like a Great Reset for my mind.
I’ve been talking for a while about how important it is that we invest in ourselves. This is one of those kinds of investments that give immeasurable returns.
Now, let’s circle back.
Remember. We aren’t ‘in Canada’.
Sure, it’s toxic. But that’s not at all where we live.
Would you like a Great Reset from that environment?
The process is the same. Even though I watched that fateful night over and over in my mind for decades, it was always only from the limited perspective of my 5yr old mind. I didn’t know how to watch it happen from outside myself.
The moment I watched it as a ‘3rd person’ - a bystander, it became perfectly clear that while there was a psychopath had clearly planned, orchestrated, and controlled the entire course events, I was the only one in the room that made up the restrictions.
Sure! People repeatedly vote election after election thinking it will make things better! Most of the people around you think ‘taxes are the price we pay to live in a civilized society’, and yes! there are people who will report you for not having a busker’s license at the subway in Edmonton.
They’re looking at their environment from a perspective that is in principle, identical to a slave.
So!
If we want to get out of the toxic environment of the country:
If we want to build community
with the freedom to choose
what kind of milk we drink,
which organic farm we support
what plant medicines we harvest and consume.
If we want to experience the fullness of life and all that our Infinite Intelligence has in store for us, we have to start recognizing the fictitious rules and superstitions.
Now, for me to break free from the self-imposed restrictions of “I can’t”, I had to go through that therapeutic mental exercise… so I’m going to help you do the same with a little thought experiment that just paint a clearer and truer picture of reality.
Ready?
Imagine you have a drone and you fly it up 1000 feet. Once it’s there, someone gives you some Virtual Reality goggles and you put them on. Now, all of a sudden, you can see the world from the drone’s perspective.
Using the controller in your hand, aim the camera down at the top of your head.
What do you see?
Grass… trees… roads maybe?
But can you see the inflation?
Is the Conservative party visible?
Does Canada show up anywhere in your viewfinder?
Of course not. There’s you and a bunch of other people who are all just trying to figure out what life is all about while they’re making sure they have food, clothing, and shelter from the elements, and hoping to have more fun tomorrow than they did the day before.
Now, bring your awareness back.
Take a moment to place your hand on your chest and say this with me:
“I live right here”
My invitation to you.
Think of life like it’s a video game, with a set of programs that govern the environment, and you’re the main character. It doesn’t take long to realize you are also the player, directing your avatar around the map, trying to win the game.
To be honest, the game of Canada sucks. Just look at the people who’ve managed to make it to the ‘leaderboard’. Do you really want to be playing this anymore?
Good thing it’s just a game.
That means you can change any time.
Stop living in a reality that only exists because our imaginations got carried away and you started making
rules and regulations
terms and conditions.
Why do you think their legislations are so frequently called Acts?
Because none of it is real! They’re all Actors writing Acts.
When in the Course of Human Events: the game you’re playing is resetting, you have two options:
You can be dropped into another game designed by a whole new level of tyrant who wants you to ‘get with the program’ - to keep playing their game, or
You can be the creator of the next game you play.
Want to win this war?
There’s only one programming language you should be learning.
The Language of Freedom.
Bury the words, “I Can’t”
That’s what helps you Master the Matrix.
That’s what gets you to change the game you’re playing.
I’m going to be really cranking out a lot of content here in the coming months, but it will be of a very different nature, because laced within that old game of life - that old program - are certain threads of truth we can glean.
There is no justice to be found in the justice system.
We certainly won’t find victory in online battles with woke social justice keyboard warriors.
The enemy already has their synthetic biology coursing through the veins of the survivors of their diabolical experiment. They won that battle.
People didn’t just drink the Koolaid.
They took it intravenously.
The answer to Sovereignty isn’t in Blockchain technologies. You can use those tools to learn how sovereignty works… to practice while you’re still finding the game’s exit menu.
Parallel systems are fine and all, but even that will take 5-10 years to establish at this point; hardly a war-ending strategy.
So how do we end the tyranny?
Find the real Tyrant in your life that says you can’t do something.
And leave that environment.
Where do you go?
How do you not be a part of this world?
“…be transformed by the renewal of your mind”.
Not that I have it all figured out. Far from it.
I’m a piece of shit nobody from a family of ruthless abusers going back generations, doing my best to heal from decades of wounds inflicted by the most malicious Tyrant I’ve ever had to deal with: My Internal Terrorist.
How do you start?
“Seek first the Kingdom
and ALL these things will be added unto you”
It’s the only work we have to do from here on out.
It’s the only work that matters.
Where do you look?
the Kingdom is within you.
Going forward, I will be sharing the journeys on which people embark to discover the Kingdom.
I just shared with you part of my journey.
Earlier, Beatrijs shared hers,
Chief Maskwa as well.
That means, as a freedom fighter, you’re one of us as well.
But this is a war we cannot win by fighting.
Let’s be real: it’s been three years already!
But don’t be discouraged!! This is good news for all you ‘freedom fighters’ out there!
Sure, you can ‘do’ non-compliance.
You can even build alternate systems.
But when it comes right down to it,
We have to create an alternate reality…
and that starts with us.
Be the change you wish to see in the world
Yes, I can introduce you to people who can help you with
food sovereignty, health, and education
community-governed communications infrastructure,
setting up a ministries of education, energy, justice,
hemp and the trillions of dollars it could provide for the whole world, and
there’s even a video game being developed that will help people elevate their consciousness to see themselves being the player, controlling the avatar in the game! (they call it “The Enlightenment Simulator”)
I’ll continue to help any community that comes forward looking for guidance.
However, this Matrix we still interact with has arbitrary rules and subsets of conditions that have been placed before us - by us - and we have to take responsibility for our living like they were law.
Yes. The enemy has struck our heel.
We know exactly what happens next.
“These and greater things you shall do.”
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