A Fairy Tale for all to enjoy - aonymous

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Once upon a time, in a fictional corporate whirled called the CROWN, in a tiny corporate city called GUELPH, there was a small island of truth raised above the seas of row-man admiralty where a true sovereign freeborn lives. Waters surrounded this island filled with dead corporate bodies called persons and other corporate nay-me's. This island was a beacon of truth for those wishing to be real live people versus the wooden puppets they were deceived into being. This living being and those other living beings beside them knew they could help if only they could see the life preservers being thrown freely and
willingly to them. Unfortunately, on this sea of death and salvage, there roamed pirates with armed cruisers everywhere, fleets of them with well trained sea dogs looking for any scraps they could find.

This freeborn sovereign did their level best to bring into light the deceptions that trapped all, including the sea dogs trained to board them in every way including sailing their cruisers up to the very landings of everyone's castle, their most sacred of places where anyone should feel safe to be. Again, the blind greed and ignorance of the few would have nothing of the sort. Their tactics were simple; fear and threats of violence, theft, taxation, duress, control and pain to keep the truth from ever being found.
Alas, this freeborn group would not yield, regardless of the cost. The overall price to mankind was too great and relenting to this terrorism would cost all of mankind. Someone had to stand, that was the only choice for the sake of theirs and everyone else's children in a whirled of illusion and pure insanity. This freeborn had seen death up close and personal having had their divine spark of the Creator enter this insane realm on the only free place that remained on Mother Gaia; Eire, the Emerald Isle, a free land with no treaties or contracts with the fictional CROWNS in existence.

Again, the CROWN was fomenting war through divide and conquer on this tiny island which would continue on yet this freeborns even smaller island, also with no treaties since anything offered in peace was flatly ignored. No, the CROWN sworn slaves would have none of it, prefering to take the table scraps from their masters and their masters masters. All the while, feeling a feigned sense of power over others while willingly having given their true power away in the most divine sense. Alas, if they could only see that which they have literally traded their souls away for. Rather and instead, the slaves of the CROWN would see their fellow mankind have harm put upon them to get the baubles of a child. Not only are the OFFICERS of the CROWN involved, so are their media puppets who are only too willing to defame people and make sure only bad news gets the front pages of their cantankerous rags. Yes indeed, best to keep the persons in fear and make fictitious pay-per money doing so. Do they not know that "cache" is debt?

Even the "priests" of the religious pulpits preach the fear in the form of fire and brimstone from one of their self-penned tomes. But then given the amount of child rape and wholesale murder these beings enjoy, especially with native children worldwide, who could really be surprised they don't want that cat out of the bag. Is it a coincidence that churches are called courts too? It's almost like a trend of sorts. What's even more interesting is that the trail always ends with the BANKS. Go figure. Not surprising that it's that way really since King William III sold his crown to the Bank of England in 1694 a.k.a. THE CITY OF LONDON, STATE making all future "mon-arcs" puppets anyway, nothing more than figure-heads on their ships of COMMERCE. The coincidences and tie ins just keep falling out of the sky it seems. Everything now is all about ships; citizenship, ownership, kingship, dictatorship and so on ad nauseum. It might be because all the CROWN's laws are based on the ancient Phonecian laws of the high seas and commerce??

This freeborn saw through their corporate illusion and the cyst-em wasn't happy at all, can't be rocking the admiralty boat you see. This freeborn even knew enough early on to get one of the admiralty priests of Ba'al to bow to them in their own playground of acting and practicing legal types. Alas, to keep up appearances and the illusion in the eyes of the sleepy masses, this same cyst-em and its lapdog media types played on without the living being and continued to use the puppet NAME that had been given back during the bowing to the sovereign failurs a mere four weeks before. No, it didn't matter that there wasn't even a ticket involved as claimed by the CROWN slaves. Just for fun, they even charged a NAME of this freeborns previous marital partner that hadn't lived on that land for years. My my, but aren't they honourable and efficient. No, this all came about because this freeborn had only months prior proclaimed their "awakening" to the lies and deceptions of the corrupt CROWN controlling cyst-em. Can't be having their slaves waking up, better crush that in case the idea of freedom actually catches on and the CROWN can't fleece us anymore.