IRS-The Biggest Lie and Scam in World History

My 30 years of research shows this to be TRUE and CORRECT!

IRS Liens and Levys

IRS-The Biggest Lie and Scam in World History

IRS-probably the three most frightening letters in the English language. This deep-seated fear and loathing serves a very specific purpose. It serves to keep the People of America in submission to an illusion, a lie.

The IRS has a horrible reputation and has earned every bit of it, has by their own admissions committed crimes against innocent Citizens, and continues today to be the “Gestapo” of America. They confiscate more homes, destroy more families, take more money, ruin more lives, and commit more crimes than all the street gangs combined. They are indeed vivid proof that the greatest threat we face, as a nation, is our own Federal "Government." [The County Sheriff: America’s Last Hope. Author Richard Mack].

Here it is in a nutshell. The IRS is a private, debt collection agency for the private banking system known as the Federal Reserve Bank. The IRS is not a government agency. I repeat, the IRS is not a government agency. Never has been, never will be.

The IRS is formerly the Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR) situated in and with authority only in the Philippine Islands (Trust Fund # 61), and moved into Puerto Rico (Trust Fund # 62). In the 1950’s, with the stroke of the pen, the BIR was transformed into the current notorious IRS and brought onto the 50 united States. This was done without any Congressional authority whatsoever. There is no Congressional authority for the IRS to exist and operate in the 50 states recorded anywhere in any law-books. Again, keep in mind, that the IRS is the “Private, debt collection agency for the private banking system known as the Federal Reserve Banks”.

Consider this fact. When an IRS agent wants to seize property from a Citizen in a County, they must first contact the Sheriff of the County and request assistance in the seizure. This is simply because the IRS agent has no authority to seize any property at all. So the IRS agent bamboozles the Sheriff into committing the crime for the IRS. When the Sheriff seizes property from a Citizen under the non-authority of the IRS agent, the Sheriff has committed a Second Degree Felony, Conversion of Property.

A second degree felony is incredibly serious. However, both the IRS agent and the Sheriff count on the abysmal ignorance of the Citizen who has no idea what their Lawful Rights are. Bear this point in mind, if the IRS agent has no authority to seize any property at all, then they cannot delegate or confer to the Sheriff what they themselves do not have. In addition, the Sheriff has no idea that he has engaged in a serious crime. Here is where the maxim applies, "Ignorance of the law, is no excuse for violating the law." Both the IRS agent and the Sheriff should be arrested and charged with Conversion of property, a second degree felony.

Tyranny is defined as: Dominance through threat of punishment and violence, oppressive rule, abusive government, cruelty and injustice. What better definition than this fits the abusive IRS.

America is using a private credit system wherein the medium of exchange are the Federal Reserve Notes that we call “Dollars”. Hence, the so-called “Income Tax” is in reality nothing more than a disguised “User Fee” that Americans must pay to the Federal Reserve Bank for using their private credit system. [research Title 12, USC].

The legal definition of "dollar" is "a gold or silver coin of a specific weight and with specific markings". Thus, a Federal Reserve Note, is not and cannot, ever be a dollar. A Note is not "money", see Blacks Law Dictionary. The Federal Reserve Notes in use are mere evidence of a debt.

The Federal Reserve Banking system is not a Federal government agency, there are not “reserves” and there is no real money. The Federal Reserve Banking system is a private cartel that has usurped the authority of the Congress to coin Money. Federal Reserve Notes are just as worthless or just as valuable as Monopoly Money used in the game “Monopoly”. If we go to this Constitution for the united States of America, Article I, section 8, we find that only Congress was given the authority “To coin money, regulate the Value thereof, and of foreign Coin, and fix the Standard of Weights and Measures”.

This authority given to Congress by this Constitution for the united States of America was not to be delegated to any private corporation for that corporation’s private gain.

The authority to coin money was usurped by the unlawful enactment of the Federal Reserve Act of 1913. The Federal Reserve Act is a "private law" passed by four Congressmen after the Congressional session closed in December of 1913. Congress can pass both private laws and public laws. Congress does not have to tell the American Citizens which law is private and which law is public. We are simply led to believe that all laws are public. This is propoganda and brainwashing at its best.

This was a silent coup d’ e-tat wherein the American People became the slaves of the Federal Reserve Bank. The “Killing Blow”, the coup de grace[pronounced gra] was delivered upon the American People by Franklin D. Roosevelt in 1933 by removing the Gold Standard from the American economy.

Since then, no American Citizen has actually paid for anything, we have just exchanged worthless Federal Reserved Notes for more worthless Federal Reserve Notes. All we do is lease the property from the “STATE OF NEW MEXICO”, we lease our cars, we lease our houses, WE OWN NOTHING. Since 1933 no American has owned their property in Allodium. That is why the "STATE OF NEW MEXICO" can take our property for just about any reason, i.e Eminent domain, failure to pay so-called "property taxes", etc.

For anyone that has ever dealt with a debt collection agency, you know how nasty, mean and dirty they can be. Now, take that nastiness, that mean-ness and dirtiness and multiply it one hundred fold, there you have the attitude of the IRS.

Let’s continue down the Rabbit Hole. When an American Citizen gets into a dispute with the IRS, the IRS agent will not listen to any of your pleadings, your beggings or your excuses. Everything you do or say amounts to nothing with the IRS. If you dig in your heels and refuse to pay, the IRS starts sending you threatening letters with dire consequences for your non-cooperation.

If you still refuse to pay, the IRS will file a document called a “Notice of Federal Tax Lien” in the local County Clerk’s office. This is a very deceptive document. Keep one thing in mind a “Notice” is not the “Lien” itself. The “Lien” is a totally separate and distinct document from the “Notice”. The County Clerk, through abysmal ignorance files the “Notice of Federal Tax Lien” as if it was an actual “Lien”. These are two separate and distinct documents. The County Clerk never requests the actual “Lien” from the IRS agent. If they were to request this document, the IRS agent would get very irate and threaten the County Clerk for their non-cooperation. Of course, the actual “Lien” does not exist anywhere in the known Universe.

There is one more lawful requirement that the County Clerk must comply with before they can file the “Notice of Federal Tax Lien” or the actual “Lien” itself. The Federal Lien Registration Act requires “Certification” of the “Lien” itself. This would require that the IRS agent file an Affidavit wherein they identify themselves, and state under Oath that there is an actual “Lien” filed based on an actual assessment on form 23C against the particular American Citizen. When the County Clerk fails to verify “Certification” they violate the lawful requirements of the Federal Lien Registration Act.

The IRS never files the actual “Lien” because it does not exist. An actual “Lien” must be based on a lawful assessment on form 23C. In the entire history of the IRS, the IRS has never produced a form 23C showing an individual assessment against an American Citizen.

This so-called “Notice of Federal Tax Lien” is an act of “Financial Terrorism” because once this “Notice” is filed, you become a pariah, a financial outcast, you are branded as unfit, you are no longer a “good slave”, you are a rebel beyond the hope of redemption. Your slave “Credit Rating” takes a nosedive. You are practically ruined financially.

Interestingly, Section 803 of the so-called PATRIOT ACT defines terrorism as “any act intended to coerce or threaten a civilian population”. So by the very definition of “Terrorism”, the IRS is the largest, meanest, dirtiest, Terrorist Organization in the entire world.

If you still are not intimidated, the IRS will file a “Notice of Levy” with the County Clerk, and send copies to your bank(s) and employer. The County Clerk, through abysmal ignorance, files the “Notice of Levy” as if it were an actual “Levy”. These are two separate and distinct documents.

Again, keep in mind, a “Notice” is not a “Levy”. On this “Notice” alone, the bank then hands over all of your money to the IRS and you cannot even pay your bills. Your employer garnishes your paycheck, and again, you are the slave of the Federal Reserve Bank. Your Bank treats the “Notice of Levy” as if it were an actual “Levy”. Your employer also treats the “Notice of Levy” as if it were an actual “Levy”. The bank and your employer never request an actual copy of the “Levy” itself. Of course, the actual “Levy” does not exist anywhere in the known Universe.

There are several things wrong with these two scenarios. Both the bank and your employer fail to verify several key pieces of information in dealing with the IRS agent.

First, they fail to ask for a copy of the IRS agent’s drivers license to verify that in fact they are who they say they are. Also, in case, the IRS agent has to be served with legal process, they can be located. All IRS agents have been given instructions to never provide this information to any one asking for it. Thus, the true identity of the IRS agent is never established. Pretty convenient, huh!

Second, the bank and your employer fail to request a copy of the “Pocket Commission” from the IRS agent. Every IRS agent receives what is called a “Pocket Commission”. This “Pocket Commission” identifies the IRS agent’s authority as to his/her actions. The most common “Pocket Commission” is what is called “Administrative”. This is identified with a capital “A” on their identity card. This means that this IRS agent can shuffle paperwork all day, but he/she does not have any “Enforcement” authority whatsoever.

The other “Pocket Commission” is what is called “Enforcement”. The word “Enforcement” might convey the message that this IRS agent actually has unlimited authority to “Enforce” something against American Citizens. That is not the case at all. They have an extremely limited scope of authority. In fact, they cannot enforce anything against American Citizens.

Both the bank and your employer fail to request a copy of the “Pocket Commission” from the IRS agent in order to establish the authority of the IRS agent. I am fairly confident that all agents that send out notices to banks and employers have an “Administrative Pocket Commission”. Thus, both your bank and your employer steal your money and send it to a Terrorist Agency known as the IRS.

Thirdly, the bank and your employer fail to request a copy of the actual assessment on form 23C. Again, never in the history of this country has an American Citizen been assessed an Income Tax on a form 23C. Without this so-called assessment on this specific form, form 23C, there is no debt. So the bank and your employer fail to verify this alleged debt and thus, steal your money.

Fourth, the bank and your employer fail to request of copy of the “Abstract of the Court Judgment”. This document would show that you were actually sued by the IRS and that you had your day in court. The Seventh Amendment of the Bill of Rights of this Constitution for the united States of America guarantees you the Right of Trial by Jury in any controversy where the amount shall exceed twenty dollars. Of course, you were never sued and you never had your day in court. Thus, your Due Process of Law Rights are totally violated and again, you are further enslaved to the Federal Reserve Bank.

So then, we come to the end of the Rabbit Hole. You have never owed any money to the IRS. The IRS is simply the enforcer, the debt collector for the Federal Reserve Banking System. However, because you are using a private credit system, wherein the medium of exchange are fancy pieces of paper called Federal Reserve Notes, you owe the Federal Reserve Bank a “user fee”.

By way of information, the IRS does not have a bank account wherein your tax payments are deposited. All of your tax payments are deposited into the bank account of the Federal Reserve Bank in one region or another.

The Federal Reserve Banks and the IRS constitute the single largest sting operation, the single largest fraud and the single largest swindle in the history of the World.

In order to keep this "Alice in Wonderland" illusion going, the so-called "government" developed an entire industry to support and perpetuate this fraud. The tax preparation industry. Tax preparers, accountants, so-called Certified Public Accountants, self proclaimed financial gurus advising about tax loopholes, etc., etc.

All the current paycheck garnishments in the entire country could be stopped by having your employer request the above mentioned documents, to wit:

1. A copy of the Driver’s License of the IRS agent
2. A copy of the “Pocket Commission” showing the authority of the IRS agent
3. A copy of the assessment shown on form 23C against the American Citizen
4. A copy of the “Abstract of the Court Judgment” that verifies that you had a trial by jury.

As Sheriff of San Miguel County, I will provide educational classes to the County Clerk and the employers who are currently garnishing wages and paychecks to identify areas where they may have broken the law and unwittingly stolen their employees Federal Reserve Notes and thus committed “Conversion of Property”, a second degree felony.

Furthermore, I will work closely with the County Clerk through education and knowledge so that the Clerk can stop breaking the law and committing financial terrorism against the Citizens of San Miguel County.

When the Citizens of San Miguel County elect me as their new Sheriff in town, I will ban the IRS from San Miguel County, and if I catch an IRS agent within the boundaries of the county, without my permission, I will arrest them for TRESPASSING.

- Rico S. Giron, Future Sheriff of San Miguel County

A wonderful story from Tennessee

Tennessee

Enjoy this wonderful story!

A seminary professor was vacationing with his wife in Gatlinburg , TN. One morning, they were eating breakfast at a little restaurant, hoping to enjoy a quiet, family meal. While they were waiting for their food, they noticed a distinguished looking, white-haired man moving from table to table, visiting with the guests. The professor leaned over and whispered to his wife, 'I hope he doesn't come over here.' But sure enough, the man did come over to their table.

'Where are you folks from?' he asked in a friendly voice.
' Oklahoma ,' they answered.
'Great to have you here in Tennessee ,' the stranger said.. 'What do you do for a living?'
'I teach at a seminary,' he replied.

'Oh, so you teach preachers how to preach, do you? Well, I've got a really great story for you.' And with that, the gentleman pulled up a chair and sat down at the table with the couple.

The professor groaned and thought to himself, 'Great .. Just what I need ....another preacher story!'

The man started, 'See that mountain over there? (pointing out the restaurant window). Not far from the base of that mountain, there was a boy born to an unwed mother. He had a hard time growing up, because every place he went, he was always asked the same question, 'Hey boy, Who's your daddy?' Whether he was at school, in the grocery store or drug store, people would ask the same question, 'Who's your daddy?'

He would hide at recess and lunch time from other students. He would avoid going in to stores because that question hurt him so bad. 'When he was about 12 years old, a new preacher came to his church. He would always go in late and slip out early to avoid hearing the question, 'Who's your daddy?'
But one day, the new preacher said the benediction so fast that he got caught and had to walk out with the crowd.

Just about the time he got to the back door, the new preacher, not knowing anything about him, put his hand on his shoulder and asked him, 'Son, who's your daddy?'

The whole church got deathly quiet. He could feel every eye in the church looking at him Now everyone would finally know the answer to the question, 'Who's your daddy?'

'This new preacher, though, sensed the situation around him and using discernment that only the Holy Spirit could give, said the following to that scared little boy.. 'Wait a minute! I know who you are! I see the family resemblance now, You are a child of God.'
With that he patted the boy on his shoulder and said, 'Boy, you've got a great inheritance. Go and claim it.'

'With that, the boy smiled for the first time in a long time and walked out the door a changed person. He was never the same again. Whenever anybody asked him, 'Who's your Daddy?' he'd just tell them , 'I'm a Child of God..''

The distinguished gentleman got up from the table and said, 'Isn't that a great story?'
The professor responded that it really was a great story!

As the man turned to leave, he said, 'You know, if that new preacher hadn't told me that I was one ofGod's children, I probably never would have amounted to anything!' And he walked away..

The seminary professor and his wife were stunned. He called the waitress over & asked her, 'Do you know who that man was -- the one who just left that was sitting at our table?'

The waitress grinned and said, 'Of course. Everybody here knows him. That's Ben Hooper. He's governor of Tennessee !'

Someone in your life today needs a reminder that they're one of God's children!

'The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of God stands forever.' ~~Isaiah

YOU'RE ONE OF GOD'S CHILDREN!!!
HAVE A GREAT DAY!

Keep this going. You have no idea which one of Your e-mail buddies could use a little hope today

John 3:16 For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, that whoever believed in him would not perish, but have everlasting life.

Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid.

There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr. Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States .

Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution.

Every student was required to take this course their freshman year, regardless of his or her major.

Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery. Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously.

This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going onto seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.

One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him.

"How many push-ups can you do?"

Steve said, "I do about 200 every night."

"200? That's pretty good, Steve," Dr. Christianson said. "Do you think you could do 300?"

Steve replied, "I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time"

"Do you think you could?" again asked Dr. Christianson.

"Well, I can try," said Steve.

"Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I need you to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it," said the professor.

Steve said, "Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it."

Dr. Christianson said, "Good! I need you to do this on Friday.. Let me explain what I have in mind."

Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room. When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts. No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an early start on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.

Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, "Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?"

Cynthia said, "Yes."

Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?"

"Sure!" Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk. Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk.

Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, "Joe, do you want a donut?"

Joe said, "Yes." Dr. Christianson asked, "Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?"

Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.

Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott. Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship..

When the professor asked, "Scott do you want a donut?"

Scott's reply was, "Well, can I do my own push-ups?"

Dr. Christianson said, "No, Steve has to do them."

Then Scott said, "Well, I don't want one then."

Dr... Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?"

With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups.

Scott said, "HEY! I said I didn't want one!"

Dr.. Christianson said, "Look! This is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it." And he put a donut on Scott's desk.

Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow.

Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry. Dr.. Christianson asked Jenny, "Jenny, do you want a donut?"

Sternly, Jenny said, "No."

Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, "Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?"

Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut.

By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say, "No!" and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks..

Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push-ups done for each donut.

There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.

Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert count the set and watch Steve closely.

Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row.. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it.

Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.

Steve asked Dr. Christianson, "Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?"

Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, "Well, they're your push-ups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want." And Dr. Christianson went on.

A few moments later, Jason, a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, "NO! Don't come in! Stay out!"

Jason didn't know what was going on. Steve picked up his head and said, "No, let him come."

Professor Christianson said, "You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten push-ups for him?"

Steve said, "Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut."

Dr. Christianson said, "Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of the way right now. Jason, do you want a donut?"

Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. "Yes," he said, "give me a donut."

"Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?"

Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down.

Dr Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room..

The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular. Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, "Linda, do you want a doughnut?"

Linda said, very sadly, "No, thank you."

Professor Christianson quietly asked, "Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?"

Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.

Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. "Susan, do you want a donut?"

Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. "Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?"

Dr Christianson, with tears of his own, said, "No, Steve has to do it alone; I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not.. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push-ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes."

"Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?"

As Steve very slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor.

Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said, "And so it was, that our Savior, the Messiah, Yahushua, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'Into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten. "

Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile.

"Well done, good and faithful servant," said the professor, adding, "Not all sermons are preached in words."

Turning to his class, the professor said, "My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Master and Savior, the Messiah, Yahushua. He spared not His Only Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Assembly, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid."

"Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?"

Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate Salvation in a very special way.

Join with us this Erev Shabbat, [Friday evening ] for our Torah Portion and Study.

Shalom to you and your family,

ME

To Our Fallen - Time to have GOD Back

The first picture and the last picture are taken at the beach in Santa Barbara right next to the pier. There is a veterans group that started putting a cross and candle for every death in Iraq and Afghanistan . The amazing thing is that they only do it on the weekends. They put up this graveyard and take it down every weekend. Guys sleep in the sand next to it and keep watch over it at night so nobody messes with it. Every cross has the name, rank and D.O.B. and D.O.D. on it. Very moving, very powerful??? So many young volunteers. So many 30 to 40 year olds as well. Amazing ! Did you know that the ACLU has filed a suit to have all military cross-shaped headstones removed? And another suit to end prayer from the military completely. They're making great progress. The Navy Chaplains can no longer mention Jesus' name in prayer thanks to the ACLU and our new administration. I'm not breaking this one. If I get it a 1000 times, I'll forward it a 1000 times! Please, let us pray... Please send this on after a short prayer. Prayer for our soldiers Don't break it! Prayer: 'Heavenly Father, hold our troops in Your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in this our time of need. Amen.' Pray GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!

Needs Folks - Last Month before OPC starts

This is the last month before the OPERATION COMPASSION gets going.

NEW LINKS, WEB PAGES, FACEBOOK, TWITTER AND WORLDWIDE WEBSITES WILL BE SHOWING UP next month, May. Also appearing will be a new Funding Trust and a OPC corporation owned by the Angels. The present links on this Nesara News Blog already are going directly to the OPC database and being overseen by the OPC Angels. OPC will become a standalone operation in May.

The holdup for everyone has been the deliveries of the Prosperity Packages and the R/V of the dinar which is doing the initial funding. During the Nondisclosure Period when all communication must cease between the PP recipients and the outside world – Funding for the Needs folks will be done by the dinars cash-in by the funding consortium. After the NDE, PP participants can contact OPC for their donation names. The prior commitments by PP participants several months ago (remember those exciting times) shall be reenacted per the PP participant’s request. OPC is providing only an introduction service between Donors and the Needy Ones and also a hand holding for the needy. There is NO access to any donor’s funds nor can anyone including myself be allowed to steal Blessings Funds.

How real is all this --- you all been reading the intel being shared in the Skype rooms. You decide. It is all happening, finally!

This has been a most frustrating and stressful period for us all and never been on a rollercoaster like this in all my 63 years. I don’t like roller coasters!

THIS IS THE LAST MONTH THAT DONATIONS TO THIS BLOG will be rewarded as my courtesy to a relocation of your lower group NEEDS APPLICATION to the NEEDS 1 GROUP. If you are in Group 2 to 4, this is the LAST opportunity to move your application to the NEEDS 1 Group. When it all shifts over to OPC in May – this opportunity will be gone.

The Needs 1 Group will be going out first after Dire Straits Folks and ahead of approx. other 3,500 applicants.

It is my privilege and honor to serve you.

GOD Bless,

John MacHaffie - HIS humble servant