“He’ll never get out of here”: Common Law activist Dean Clifford adopted as International Prisoner of Conscience after his year long incarceration without charges or trial in a Canadian prison

Breaking ITCCS News, October 10, 2014 (Brussels)

Dean Clifford, Canadian Political Prisoner

Brussels, October 10, 2014

The ITCCS Directorate today adopted Canadian common law activist Dean Clifford as an International Prisoner of Conscience and began campaigning for his immediate release from “barbaric police state conditions”. The ITCCS will be presenting a formal petition of Habeas Corpus to Canadian courts to secure his release.

Clifford was arrested without a warrant or charges in November, 2013 while giving a public talk on common law rights. Since then, he has been confined incommunicado in a Brandon, Manitoba prison, where he has been routinely denied the right to appear in court, file petitions or seek Habeas Corpus relief.

This week, a sheriff at the prison told Clifford’s wife,

Dean will never get out of here”.

Clifford has been a prominent common law educator for years in Canada, challenging the arbitrary unlawfulness of Canadian law and the “crown” court system. He is also a supporter of the ITCCS and the common law court movement.

Everything indicates that Dean Clifford is being deliberately targeted and persecuted by the Canadian government and made a public example of for his exposure of the illegality of the crown courts” said ITCCS North American Field Secretary Kevin Annett today.

Simply for demanding the proof that he’s obligated under Natural Law to pay taxes or obey arbitrary statutes, Dean has been locked away without a fair trial for a year, family members are denied access to him, and his basic Habeas Corpus rights and due process have been thrown right out the window. None of us is safe if they can do this to one honest man. Dean’s persecution as a political prisoner is showing us why we need to stand down all crown authority and create a new nation here.”

On behalf of the ITCCS, Annett announced that a common law court is being convened in Brandon this month to bring charges against those responsible for Dean’s unlawful incarceration. He also disclosed that a nation wide campaign to release Dean Clifford will commence this week, including public protests and occupations by ITCCS and common law activists across Canada. 

ITCCS Central is asking all of its affiliates in nineteen countries to stage similar actions outside and inside Canadian consulates and businesses around the world on behalf of Dean Clifford and the common law.

For information how you can assist, contact itccscentral@gmail.com , or republicofkanata@gmail.com .

This Statement is endorsed by the Provisional Council for the Republic of Kanata in Winnipeg.

Issued 10 October, 2014 (GMT)

www.itccs.org , www.republicofkanata.com

Impending ​Irish ​Arrest and Extradition of Kevin Annett on verge of Tuam Killing​s​ Inquiry:

An Urgent Bulletin from the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State (ITCCS) and its Direct Action Unit in Ireland

August 28, 2014

Dublin
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The Irish government has agreed to extradite Kevin Annett to England to face imprisonment when he arrives in Ireland this weekend, according to information obtained through our sources in Ireland’s national police, the Garda​i.​

The same sources indicate that Kevin’s arrest and transportation to a “special administrative prison” in London has been ordered in response to the plan by him and our Brussels-based Common Law Court to open an independent inquiry into the apparent sacrificial murder of children at Tuam, Ireland, commencing on Monday, September 1. These killings have been linked to the catholic-run Ninth Circle cult that includes popes, cardinals and members of the British royal family and Church of England.

In response to this new attack, Kevin Annett has agreed to reschedule his September travel itinerary to temporarily avoid Ireland and any country under so-called “crown of England” jurisdiction, and to accept additional security protection. However, the independent inquiry into the Tuam mass graves and ritual murders in Ireland will proceed ​as scheduled ​
under the auspices of the Common Law court being established in Galway, as part of the September 1 commencement of our Permanent Inquiry into Child Trafficking and Ritual Sacrifice.

For more information on the Inquiry and the Galway common law court case into the Tuam killings, contact itccscentral@gmail.com .

And stay tuned for a personal you tube message from Kevin Annett, to be issued tomorrow, Friday, August 29, and posted at www.itccs.org .


Issued by the Directorate, ITCCS Central
Brussels
28 August, 2014

Spiritual Engagement at this Crucial Time: A Message and Appeal from ITCCS Elders and Kevin Annett to all People of Soul

In the goodness and peace of creation, we greet you all.

We know that our enemy is not flesh and blood, but a spiritual power, older than time, inhabiting people and institutions to bring about their ruin and to prey upon the innocent and the earth itself. Its way is through lies and confusion; its means are conquest, torture and death. It can only be expelled from within us and among us by its relentless unmasking with truth and love. It can only be replaced by a new spirit that establishes justice and enshrines the Natural Law of Peace and Equality among all people and creation.

We commenced this spiritual battle against the thing behind the Vatican three years ago in Rome. The final engagement is approaching. And so we ask you to stand now as one heart and one shield to restore what has been taken from us, and end the oldest lie.

In this light, please be informed that a planetary spiritual convergence will commence this Sunday, September 23 by shamans, elders and all people of goodwill. Its purpose is to conduct a collective exorcism upon the authority and power behind the Vatican and its historic crimes, disestablish that authority, and replace its influence with a realm of truth and justice.

By casting light on the source of centuries of crime and abomination by the Vatican and its ruler, we also seek to reclaim those who have been lost and bring home all the wayward spirits for a final resting.

This Convergence will commence in waves across our world, at 11 am in your respective time zones on that day. We ask you to bring into this circle of light your prayers and actions on behalf of all the victims of church violence, past and present, and for all those who are confronting these crimes today. Surround the just and the suffering alike with the fire of love.

We ask you to sustain this Convergence and circle of light for three consecutive Sundays at this same hour, until Sunday October 7. These actions will culminate in a final convergence at 12 noon on Thursday, October 11, which will be the third anniversary of the first Vatican Exorcism in Rome on October 11, 2009.

As we enter the inner sanctuary of that which has enslaved and killed so many, remember that Truth allied with action is what the thing fears the most and has no power to resist; and that when truth invades its inner sanctuary the thing is undone. It is thus no accident that the Vatican hierarchy and its servants fear most the occupation of their churches by our truth bearers.
We reach out now and until October 11, and beyond, with these words of prayer and institution:

The lie has been named and the false church and its spirit exposed; let it leave our world and return to its source.

For one cycle is over and another shall begin; the old world is gone, with its corruption and death, and a new world is established in our midst.

We choose to be citizens of the new creation and embody its immortality, in that land of eternity promised and made real now in each of us and throughout our world.

Anti-Christ is de-throned as the Christ light within us arises. God and Goddess are one again and the oldest wound and separation is healed and transformed: for the last has been made first, and the first made last. It is accomplished.

As the early morning birds sing their melodies before the light of day can be seen, we call out from the present darkness to usher in the dawn of the new world promised to all people. Take heart and lend yourself to this song.

Blessings and strength to all of us in these coming days!

Issued by Elders of the ITCCS Council and Rev. Kevin D. Annett
September 21, 2012

The Scum, once again, Rises to the Top: The United Church of Canada Picks a New “Moderator”, while the Fraud Goes On

Posted on August 20, 2012 by itccs
by Kevin D. Annett

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Gary Paterson

The angry clergyman stormed out of his United Church to confront me and the aboriginal man who were leafletting his parishioners.

“Fucking assholes!” he screamed at us. “Why don’t you get a life?”

“This is about our children who died in your residential schools …” the native man replied politely, offering a leaflet to the minister, who grabbed it, crumpled it up and smirked at the Indian. Then he turned his back on us and began saying loudly to his flock,

“Ignore them, people! They’re just the looney tunes!”

It was a Sunday in the fall of 1999. The place: Ryerson United Church in Vancouver. The minister was Gary Paterson, who was just elected this week as the National Moderator of the United Church of Canada.

I suppose it’s completely appropriate that a little creep like Gary Paterson was chosen to be the head of the church that has, like Paterson, told those who as children survived rape and torture at their hands to get lost. For the man who offered a leaflet to Paterson was such a survivor, and he now languishes in a U.S. prison after being framed by the FBI on a murder charge. His name is John Graham.

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John Graham

John took Paterson’s assault in stride that day. He and I reconvened to a coffee shop afterwards.

“They’re all the same” he said quietly, in response to my outrage at Paterson’s behavior. “Asking them to come clean is a waste of time.”

“Yeah” I agreed. “But the funny thing is, the last time I saw that guy, he gave me a big hug and congratulated me on my ordination.”

“Naturally” John replied.

The Canadian media are all aglow this week now that “its first openly gay minister” – Gary Paterson – has been elected to steer the crumbling helm of what I like to call the “Untied Church of Canada”. The latter’s membership has plummeted, I’m happy to say, over the past five years. But Gary has all the right stuff to keep the dwindling mob happy: a winning smile, a deep, friendly voice that emits all the right words, and damn it, the fellow is a homosexual! Now who would dare to criticize an openly gay clergyman?

Besides, Gary is right at home in the United Church, with his trite sermons that keeps the crowd entertained with a kind of fast food spirituality – most recently at St. Andrew’s Wesley church, or “A and W”, as it’s commonly called in church circles.

A random observer named Dean Darling had a different take on Mr. Paterson a few years ago, after being similarly assaulted by him for passing out leaflets at A and W on the missing 50,000 residential school kids. Dean came up to me afterwards, all shaken, and said,

“That minister – the one who yelled at me. My god … I felt I was in the presence of pure evil.”

Montreal writer Ann Diamond noticed a similar malevolence when she sat in on one of Paterson’s services, in 2008: the same Sunday that my murdered friend Bingo Dawson led a peaceful, brief occupation of Paterson’s church with a handful of other Holocaust survivors. She was appalled.

“He was mocking that group of residential school survivors in his church that day by his clownish, patronizing behavior” Ann told me later. “I’ve never been more embarrassed and disgusted.”

For the next three years at a salary of $135,000 a year, Gary Paterson will have the chance to endulge his smugness before a world audience, now that his child killing church is posing as the savior of those little kids whose bodies it still hasn’t returned for a proper burial.

Nevertheless, I find it significant that native activists who trod on Gary Paterson’s turf end up dead or in prison: like Bingo Dawson and John Graham. The fact that Gary Paterson has something deeper to hide is suggested by the fact that his name appeared in May, 2001 on a public list of eight men alleged by The Child Protection League to be members of a group known as The Star Chamber: an elite network of child rapists and traffickers including judges, politicians and church lawyers in Vancouver.

Whether Mr. Paterson is in fact so implicated is not for me to answer. For he doesn’t have to have personally buggered children to be guilty of a crime against humanity, since he’s now the fiduciary officer of a corporation that planned and committed genocide – and for now, has gotten away with it.

And that’s the main point, of course. For generations, the United Church has actively defrauded the public by expecting them to pay for church crimes with their tax money. But now that the church’s murder, rape and sterilization of countless native children stands exposed, why in God’s or anyone’s name should Canadian taxpayers continue to prop up Gary Paterson and his blood soaked church?

Nobody seems to want to answer this question, especially the government and the slavish Canadian media.

The United Church, like the Catholics and Anglicans, are in flagrant violation of the Income Tax laws and rules of charitable societies, since they are corporations with criminal records that do not devote their revenue to solely charitable purposes. Indeed, on average barely 15% of these churches’ funds go to help the poor or charities. According to the law, that disqualifies them from not paying taxes. So how come these phoney churches are still tax exempt?

Every year, Canadians pay more than $8 billion so Gary Paterson and his crowd can continue to defraud and fleece the public and cover up the the graves of all those little kids they butchered.

Frankly, the whole mess is more than nauseating. Gary Paterson is nauseating. The people who elected him and their stupid pretensions, it’s all nauseating. And the fact that John Graham, and not Gary Paterson, is rotting in prison, is more than any moral or thinking person can tolerate.

So that’s why we’re going after Mr. Paterson. Sometime next month, the smiling Moderator will receive a personal legal summons to answer charges before an International Common Law Court that’s convening on September 15. And if Gary Paterson refuses to appear in this Court, he’ll be compelled to by Peace Officers; and he may find a commercial lien placed on his income and property by relatives of those murdered by his church – as well as by outraged Canadian taxpayers.

Hell, it’s the least we can do for John Graham, and Bingo Dawson, and 50,000 children.

He who smiles last, Gary, smiles longest.

Breaking News from ITCCS: Key witness to Canadian residential school death dies

Posted on August 10, 2012 by itccs

Harry Wilson: 1953-2012

The first eyewitness to go public with his discovery of a dead adolescent at a United Church Indian residential school died yesterday in Vancouver.

Harry Wilson, 59, sustained massive head and brain injuries earlier this year from an undisclosed cause. He lapsed into a coma and never recovered.

In the spring of 1997, Wilson first spoke about tortures he endured as a child at the Alberni Indian residential school at a public forum organized by Kevin Annett and west coast elders. He was subsequently threatened and assaulted by state-funded tribal council officials in Port Alberni for speaking in the media of his discovery of a dead native student at the United Church’s Alberni residential school in the summer of 1967.

Nevertheless, Wilson went on to be a star witness at the historic IHRAAM Tribunal of June 1998, and was featured in the award-winning documentary film on Genocide in Canada, Unrepentant.

Harry Wilson had been homeless for many years. In March of 2011, he told Kevin Annett that two men had beaten him severely and threatened to kill him if he spoke at investigative forums of the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State.

The Vancouver Coroner’s Office refuses to comment on Wilson’s death or the head and brain injuries sustained by him.

ITCCS International Communique 9 August 2012
Brussels

Torture survivor Harry Wilson (left) and Kevin Annett, 1997, Vancouver

A Personal Remembrance
by Kevin D. Annett

I knew Harry for over fifteen years, and rarely have I encountered such heroism and suffering in one man.

Kidnapped by Mounties at age six, sodomized daily by United Church clergy and staff, starved, beaten and drugged, Harry had every reason to die or kill himself at a young age. But there was an iron quality about him that shone through the struggling homeless guy that the world saw. It was such character that caused him to keep speaking out, even after ever increasing beatings and threats.

“I wasn’t in the protected group at Alberni (residential school)” Harry told me when we first met, at a public meeting in downtown Vancouver.

“So I got it all the time. I had to hide out at night or they’d get me so I broke out of the place once and I found the body of a dead girl right behind Caldwell Hall. She was from up north. She was about sixteen, all naked and covered in blood. I ran and told Andrews (school Principal). But then he shipped me out to Nanaimo hospital and they put me in a padded cell, stuck needles in me so I wouldn’t talk. They kept me there for months, giving me shocks, doing experiments on me”

On February 9, 1998, Harry was about to tell this story to a gathering in Port Alberni when he was approached by two officials of the local state-owned Nuu-Chah-Nulth Tribal Council: Charlie Thompson and Ron Hamilton. Both men threatened to kill Harry if he spoke.

In an affidavit Harry swore that same month he states,

“First Ron Hamilton says to me, ‘You’re going to be real sorry if you talk about that dead girl’. … Charlie Thompson came to me after and said, ‘Harry, you’ve got half a brain and nobody’ll miss you if you’re found floating face down in the water.’ ”

Both Hamilton and Thompson were “enforcers” for the white administration while students at the Alberni residential school during the 1960′s.

The nightmare never stopped for Harry after that. He was threatened, pushed around and isolated in his community by all the classic black ops methods. Harry’s own lawyer, David Patterson, refused to include Harry’s statement about the dead girl in his legal statement of claim. When I asked him why, Patterson said,

“I’m an officer of the court and there are certain issues I’m not allowed to raise, like that dead girl”.

Censored and ridiculed, Harry was given $150,000 hush money in a deal that he wasn’t allowed to discuss. Within two months, all the money was gone: blown through by family, his lawyer and all sorts of “new friends” that vanished once the money went. Barely a year after his settlement, Harry was homeless again, living off what he could pawn or recycle from garbage bins along east hastings street.

That’s where I always found him. His eyes would light up and he’d chortle happily whenever I appeared, and we’d embrace and talk about his life over coffee at the Ovaltine. It was always the same story of unrelieved misery, and every time I saw him, Harry looked older, more beaten, and was more saturated with booze. But he never lost his humor, or his honesty and courage.

Just before I was expelled from vancouver Co-op radio in the summer of 2010, Harry came on my program for a final time to recount the Alberni school nightmare, and more recent criminality by the same United Church of Canada.

“They got two rapists working at the First United overnight drop in” Harry described on the air , a few months before the story broke in the corporate media.

“Nobody’s safe at the drop in at nights, especially women. The church hired those fuckers knowing they were rapers. Just like at their rez school.”

I tried to keep Harry’s spirits up whenever we met, but he was nothing if not a realist. He knew his days were numbered.

In March of last year, I came across Harry at a bus stop. His face was bruised and bloodied and he could barely speak. After I cleaned him up and he’d calmed down, he told me that two men had caught him in an alley and beaten him up. They told him that he’d be killed if he got involved with Kevin Annett’s new Tribunal.

“You made that mistake once Harry, don’t make it twice or we’ll finish the job” said one of the men.

Harry had no reason to lie to me, and every reason to run and hide after the beating. But he stayed on the street, maybe out of intertia, but mostly because it was the only world he knew; and being destitute, he had nothing else to do. But like he told me all the time, he never forgave what had been done to him, and nobody was going to stop him from talking about it.

Somebody finally did stop Harry. A close friend of his told me yesterday that Harry was beaten about the head so badly a few months ago that he suffered “bad brain damage”. He slipped into a coma and never came out of it.

I was always so happy whenever I saw Harry, still alive, at a bus stop or in Oppenheimer Park, even if he was completely tanked or wired with his buddies. It was a miracle to me that he could endure a lifetime of beatings, rape, torture and drugging and still be there, a living witness to so much of our crap.

I’ll remember Harry like that: as one who endures, like the truth itself. I only hope that his example rubs off on us.

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Port Alberni Residential School

My Enemy is My Ally: Lessons on Using the Opposition, and the Bigger Picture

Posted on August 08, 2012 by itccs

by Kevin D. Annett

The nasty creep was named Phil Spencer, and his eyes shone with the same weird glow worn by the kid on our street in Winnipeg who used to take delight in smashing prairie dogs to death with a mop.

Phil was a fellow United Church minister.

It was June, 1995, and just months earlier, Phil had gleefully spearheaded my secret removal from my United Church pulpit in Port Alberni. With the same infantile bulliness, Phil now sauntered over to me to as I passed out leaflets about my illegal firing to other clergy at the Comox-Nanaimo Presbytery meeting in Parksville.

“Hi Kevin!” he exclaimed, thrusting his smirking, triumphant face close to mine.

Pulling back in disgust, I thought of my wife Anne’s inconsolable tears and her nervous breakdown after I was summarily fired from my job, and of my two small daughters who had lost their home and friends – all because of Phil. A rage boiled up in me, a loathing for this man, and my fists started clenching.

“Hi Kevin!” he jabbered again, as he began to dance and jump excitedly in front of me.

Filled with disgust, I looked past the leering buffoon, and walked away from him.

I regretted my forebearance for weeks after that. As every new attack and lie rained down on me, and as my family and I were systematically ripped apart by the church, I imagined that at least I could have answered the bullshit by landing a well deserved blow to my tormenter’s idiotic face.

But another truth came to me later that summer, when I received a heartening phone call from a woman who had been at the Presbytery meeting the day that Phil had goaded me.

“We’re behind you, Kevin, even if we can’t say so” said the woman, another minister from Vancouver island. “It’s just sickening what they’re doing to you”.

“Thanks, but it’s not over yet” I replied. “Phil Spencer sure has it in for me.”

The woman laughed.

“He’s doing you more good than you know. Every time he attacks you everybody sees he’s just a crazy, angry guy. His drinking is out of control again. You just keep the high ground, Kevin”.

The system always rewards its own, of course, starting with its sicko hatchet men. For the same year I was defrocked, Phil Spencer was appointed to head the Comox-Nanaimo Presbytery – presumably with the same intelligence and morality he displayed in front of me that day in June of 1995.

But the point is this: Phil Spencer was an unwitting ally of mine that day, and he and his kind have been ever since. For his attacks helped to launch me on my new calling, and his deceit gave rise to the truth movement that is bringing down his United Church of Canada and its legacy of child rape and murder.

I suppose I should thank him someday.

Like the gang of church officials everywhere who bury the truth, protect child rapists, and seek the ruin of truth speakers, those who seem to be our worst threat turn out, over time, to be the means for us to expose their entire, filthy arrangement.

I couldn’t have known that in 1995. The assault on me and my children and all of my pain was too unrelenting for me to see the bigger purpose and panorama. But having endured that nightmare, I saw clearer. I eventually gained a strategic ability to manuever around the predictable methods that the church employed against me, and which the powerful always use to distract us from their crimes.

Soon, I grasped what the Chinese writer Sun Tzu describes in his Art of War, and that is that a larger enemy is always less flexible and more predictable than a smaller force, and the very size and strength of the powerful can be turned against them.

Some of you are caught up in a fearful panic these days by the extensive and quite vile misinformation being spread against me and our campaign on the internet by the latest government operatives.

The truth is that, like Phil Spencer, professional mud throwers like Greg Renouf are an excellent ally at this moment because of the opposite effect he is producing by the increasingly irrational and vitriolic tone of his hatred towards me – and because, unwittingly, Greg, like Phil, is a pawn in the hands of forces he cannot imagine.

Indeed, it’s been well documented how any public smear campaign loses its effectiveness after a very short time because the perpetrator of the character assassination, relying on fabrications, has to overstate his case with provable lies and thereby he quickly loses credibility, while his target wins new sympathy because of the attacks.

This has certainly proven to be so with the recent assault on me and our work by Renouf, which has provoked dozens of new supporters to contact me and aid our campaign. Once again, my attacker has proven to be my best recruiting agent.

Of course, let’s be clear: the latest smear effort has occured as part of a bigger necessity by church and state in Canada to publicly bury me once and for all before their “Truth and Reconciliation Commission” whitewash of the Canadian genocide winds down next spring. The TRC has stolen and exploited my research while doing its outmost to discredit me as its source.

In effect, the criminals have tried to steal my clothes and have found that, because they are so incriminating, the clothes don’t fit. So now they have to resort to out and out violence against me and what I represent.

When people start calling us horrible names or inciting violence against us, as Greg Renouf and his ilk are doing, it means they are desperate, for they have nothing intelligent to say and no way to stop our impact except by such thuggery. And to quote Martin Luther King, at that point – when your opponent can only club you – you know you’ve won.

That wonderful old radical Saul Alinsky once said that the powerful, properly goaded, can be our best allies, and become their own downfall. The churches, the feds, and their corporate partners in crime have far more to lose than we do, and they know it.

For instance, the main concern of the church leaders has always been to safeguard their personal assets from lawsuits and the claims of their victims. I, on the contrary, have no financial assets, and nothing to lose but my life. As a disgruntled puppet Indian politician commented about me in 2008, “What’s the point of suing Annett? He’s broke! We couldn’t make a dime off him!”

So who’s more vulnerable?

It’s actually quite easy to goad and manipulate the powerful, for they are essentially frightened individuals hiding behind fictional institutions and their lawyers. The only defense of popes, queens and politicians is a psychological one, deriving from the fact that the rest of us assume they have a power they don’t actually possess.

In reality, the “rulers” of church and state keep revealing by their responses to us where they are the most vulnerable, and how even a small group of us can trigger their downfall.

One case in point: the day that fifty of us briefly occupied Holy Rosary catholic cathedral in Vancouver during a Sunday mass in early 2007.

We carried a banner that day that declared “All the children need a proper burial”. The pew crowd were respectful and curious. The priests, however, went quite ballistic: one of them lost his saintly guise altogether and tried putting me into an arm lock and wrestling me out of the place. And small wonder: for by entering their church and confronting their crime, we threatened not only the public image of catholicism that Sunday, but, more specifically, the cash in their collection plates.

Sure enough, within a few weeks of that catholic church occupation and after we publicly announced that similar occupations would continue, the Canadian government declared that an apology for the Indian residential schools was forthcoming, along wth an “official inquiry”.

Loose cannon tactics? Confrontational methods? So be it. They work! And they sure scared the shit out of the catholic archdiocese in Vancouver, whose lawyer called me up afterwards and literally pleaded with me not to lead any more occupations of the cathedral.

The fifty of us who invaded Holy Rosary church were mostly poor, homeless native men and women. We had nothing going for us except our own resolve. But our tiny group was nevertheless able to do the impossible, and use the very weight of the wealthiest and most “powerful” corporation in history, the roman catholic church, against itself, and force a change.

Frankly, the problem doesn’t lie in such methods, as some claim, but rather with the inconsistency with which we rely on such direct action. Still today, few people are willing to challenge the church like the fifty of us did, even when its crimes have been exposed and the mass graves of its victims located. Too many of us, in truth, are still captive to the illusion that the powerful are unassailable.

The reality is that our campaign to bring down criminal church and government bodies has now reached such a level of successful, critical mass that the criminals in our crosshairs are acting ever more desperately, and are trying to strike at us with the only way they know how: with lies and confusion. Yet by so doing, they are exposing their real nature more quickly to wider numbers of people, many of whom are abandoning the catholic church in droves.

Put simply, the mask of church and state is slipping, and the illusions that have allowed their crimes to continue for centuries are evaporating daily. And it’s up to us now to take full advantage of that golden historic opportunity.

Despite what Christian sunday school may have taught you, light and darkness are not opposites but rather co-dependent forces that work together for a third and higher purpose, unknown to either. Our enemies, and all that they inflict on us, are the means by which we not only learn endurance, courage and clarity, but have opened to us the real purpose of what we have struggled and suffered through.

I began this journey twenty years ago, and only now am I aware of what it’s really all about.

OK – NOW I get it.

A religion and a culture that could so systematically kill off generations of children and then hide the evidence and continue to maim the innocent is an abomination that must be gotten rid of. The more seasoned and far seeing of us know this already, and have given up our naive hope that church and state can be “held accountable” for doing the atrocities which come naturally to them. Instead, we are committed to abolishing those murderous institutions altogether, as international law and the safety of children demands.

We have pledged our lives to the fundamental shakeup of our society. And our looming common law court of justice is the first stage in that shakeup.

Yesterday, I was accosted on the streets of Vancouver by a young man who grabbed my hand and exclaimed,

“You’re Kevin Annett! Man, I love you!”

I must have looked self-conscious or something, for the guy smiled and continued,

“With all that shit they say about you, fuck man, I knew you were the real thing!”

Would Jesus Merely Finger a Child Rapist? And other theological reflections in a time of confusion

Posted on June 29, 2012 by itccs
By Kevin D. Annett

Some of my readers are upset that I ran this image of Jesus, below, as part of a recent article about the conviction of catholic bishop William Lynn, who spent decades helping priests in Philadelphia torture and rape children.

Jesus Finger
Offensive, or too meek?

I agree with my critics. This is hardly an accurate portrayal of Jesus. The truth is the man from Nazareth would do a lot more than passively gesture at child killers, especially if they claimed to be part of “his” church. Jesus, after all, was the guy who recommended tying a ten ton rock around the neck of anyone who harmed a child, and tossing the offender into the ocean.

Now, that was hardly a passive or non-violent thing to propose, let alone do: anymore than it is a gentle act to flog moneychangers from a Temple. But Jesus couldn’t dwell inertly alongside the slaughter of children like most of us do. Maybe that’s because he knew, and he didn’t simply believe, that children were of God. So I can only assume that in the defense of such God-ness, using force to stop whoever would harm children is not only permitted, but an order straight from heaven … if you believe Jesus Christ.

That makes sense to me, as it does to anyone who loves their children and any child.

Delmar Johnny, my deceased Cowichan native friend here on the west coast who endured a childhood of torture himself by catholic priests, blew away my idealistic stereotype of “indigenous traditions”.

Delmar told me once that among his people, before the whites invaded, if anyone harmed a child in one of their villages, the offender would be taken off into the woods by a special group of men and would never be seen again. Nowadays under white law, mused Delmar, the same destroyer of children gets maybe a year in prison, and then is out again to destroy more children.

“That’s why you whites don’t have a future, because you don’t care about it” he concluded. “My people knew that without healthy children, there is no community”

In the face of the global war against our children that is threatening our human survival, simply making gestures at church-backed child rapists is hardly the answer. And so I ask forgiveness from my readers for minimizing Jesus and his message like I did, with that mild and inappropriate image of him.

The times require the truth. So a far more accurate representation of Christ’s message to the child murdering Church of Rome would be something like this:

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For those of you who are even more offended now … well, it’s like what I learned in the pulpit: you sure as hell can’t please everybody.

Indeed, what being a parish minister impressed on me very quickly was that it was those parishioners who were most concerned about decorum and “remaining positive” who were invariably the ones who cared the least in practice about the people for whom Jesus struggled, beginning with the helpless and the victimized ones: especially since such unwashed and discarded folks ran the risk of walking into our church.

But let me avoid any such assumption about my readers. Let me address the concern of those folks who are alarmed by “violent or negative” images, or messages, and who believe, to quote one of you, that “projecting that confrontational stuff out into the world is just fostering darkness and the very thing you’re opposing … We have to create a positive world”.

Okay, fair enough. After all, who doesn’t want goodness and light? And an end to the slaughter of baby seals, and even baby humans?

I don’t believe, first of all, that we are demi-gods whose choices of whether to be “positive” or “negative” will be the determining factor in generating a future Utopia. The Promised Land isn’t constructed by us, ultimately. We are just workers in the vineyard, to quote Jesus; and, as he suggested, we must allow both the noxious weeds and the good wheat to grow alongside each other, until the Day of Reckoning when a far wiser and better hand than ours will separate the good from the bad.

New Age philosophy, on the other hand, disagrees with Christ, and places the human self at the heart of history and makes the individual the God-force that will determine the fate of humankind and indeed, the entire universe. Such stunning arrogance is the real factor behind the mini-uproar caused by my Jesus-imagery, and is epitomized in the dubious quotation from Mohandas Gandhi, so over-used among New Agers, that “We must be the change we wish to see in the world.”

The same thing could have just as easily been said by Attila the Hun, or Hitler. And besides, Gandhi was also the man who said,

“The worst evil is not violence, but cowardice … I would choose the road of violence before submitting to unjust laws so that I may avoid physical force” (1921)

The Law of Nature says, contrary to and more humbly than New Ageism, that we are the world, already: we men and women are both life and death, destruction and creation, and it is only our legacy of Christian dualism that counter poses such light and darkness, and means and ends. For this is the dissociated worldview that causes such trepidation by my critics when it comes to doing what we must do to protect our future generations.

Is protecting a child by naming and shaming those who threaten them somehow “fostering darkness”, simply because doing so involves an act of force? Hardly. Confrontation does not imply violence, merely opposition, which is the seed of change and renewal.

When fifty of us in Vancouver stood quietly in the midst of a catholic mass holding a banner stating “All the Children Need a Proper Burial”, were we “projecting confrontation … and fostering darkness” because we were causing a real offense and disruption in a church service? Quite the opposite, as it turned out. For it was only after this confrontation that some of the torture survivors in our group were able to recover in a real way from their fate at the hands of the catholic church. And the confrontation in the cathedral that morning also provoked the government of Canada to begin issuing a public “apology” to residential school victims.

The argument of my challengers, that we must always stay “positive”, which I assume means never to criticize or attack anyone, is really a call to stay inert and morally disengaged in practice.

My experience with survivors of assault is that it is only when they are able to criticize and confront their assaulters that they can find a positive view of a future for themselves, beyond pain and oppression. Such “negative” acts in truth create a positive outcome, in a dialectical dance of cause and effect: a dance that only those with the courage to act can experience.

In reality, the belief of my challengers, and many Canadians – that it is better to do nothing than cause a confrontation or “ill feelings” – is a recipe for dysfunction and continued subjugation in a world like ours that rests upon violence and injustice. Their view that “negative” images like the one I displayed somehow morally or energetically degrade our cause is not an original one, but is based on a Christian bi-polar world view that my challengers inherited, ironically, from the Church of Rome itself.

So, while it would be comforting to my ego to believe that I, Kevin Annett, can determine whether a world of light or of darkness can come into being simply from my choices, I must defer to others far more in touch with cosmic truth than I am when it comes to believing such a thing.

No, I don’t think “projecting” a message of confrontation, or an image of an angry Christ, will contribute to evil in the world. As a matter of fact, I think it’s likely that Jesus cursed, farted, had orgasms and made rude gestures at passing soldiers and priests. He was only human, after all.

What I not only believe but know with certainty is that I can only do what any feeling man must do when children are threatened by institutions backed by law, vast wealth, and tradition: and that is, to fight those powers, with all the means at my fingertips and until my last breath.

What the outcome is from such a confrontation is not in our hands at all, but rather, it lies with that One whom Jesus used to appeal to all the time: not as a divine “Son of God”, but as a Son of Man who could not countenance the destruction of any of his neighbors.

Perhaps as a message to my challengers, Jesus once asked his listeners,

“How can you claim to love God, whom you cannot see, and ignore your suffering neighbors, whom you can see?”

Paraphrased, my friends, it’s like this: How can you and I debate the ethics of our actions in the abstract while our littlest neighbors are being slaughtered in the flesh?

Let me end in that vein of realism by invoking another apostle of divine outrage, the rebel John Brown, who came to Concord, Massachusetts in 1857 looking for money to arm his small anti-slavery army.

In the quiet parlor rooms of the wealthy anti-slavery reformers who confined their moral outrage of the African genocide to polite petitions to a United States Congress run by slave owners, John Brown blew in like a cold and unwelcome blast of reality.

When criticized one evening by a Boston politician for advocating violence to liberate slaves, Brown replied,

“The innocent negroes who are perishing on a cross of greed know naught and care naught of your concerns. It is within our means to end their suffering. That is the only morality God knows. If thou will choose to obey man’s law or God’s, let that be your decision; by not acting you are aiding the violence of the rulers of this age, and your clean hands are in fact tainted with the blood of others. But I have been shown that the crimes and evil of this generation can only be washed clean in blood, as our Master showed by the spilling of his own. For us the only matter is this: whose blood shall it be? The time has come to decide. Thou will stand with the slave or the slave owner. There is no middle place to stand anymore”

History reveals whose actions caused the abolition of slavery, and the liberation of unborn generations of men and women: John Brown and the victorious Union Army he inspired, and not the placid Boston aristocrat.

I wish the world was different, and no-one except a true lover of peace knows that yearning. But to pretend that it is different, and to shrink from what the times and the least of us demand, makes us an accomplice in the rape and murder of more innocent children, and the spilling of ever more blood.

You will stand now with the slave or the slave owner, my friends. The time has come for each of you to decide. That is not my verdict, but eternity’s.

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A Special Appeal to all People of Conscience

Posted on May 18, 2012 by itccs

Stand with Us on Sunday June 3 and Bring the Vatican to Justice:
A Call for Solidarity Actions to Support Irish men and women who Survived Church Terror

John Deegan, Mary Lawlor and Dave O’Brien are uncommon heroes who endured torture at the hands of the roman catholic church – and who are battling today to win justice. On May 4 in Dublin, they confronted Archbishop Dermot Martin and the Vatican with ten demands which must be enacted by September 15.

Those who raped and murdered children with impunity have no where left to run. The system that has protected them is collapsing in the face of the courage of those like John, Mary and Dave.

Don’t let these warriors fight alone. Stand with them on the first Sunday in June: the day before they are to meet again with church officials in Dublin.

We ask you to stage solidarity protests and sit ins at catholic churches in your community on Sunday, June 3 during the regular mass. Share a simple message: Agree to the Ten Demands, or face further disruption.

The demands are summarized below. Please click here to view the full communiqué.

We also ask you to use this event to help prepare for September 15, and the launching of our new, global civil disobedience campaign of disruption and banishment aimed at the world’s oldest and deadliest corporation: the roman catholic church.

1. Issue full reparations to survivors
2. Surrender the remains of those who died for a proper burial.
3. Return all land and wealth taken from church victims
4. Surrender all evidence and perpetrators of crimes against children
5. Annul Crimen Sollicitationis and all Vatican policies that protect child rapists
6. Expel and defrock all child raping priests and those who protect them, including the pope
7. Agree to the licensing of all clergy as public servants
8. Withdraw from all tax exemptions, concordats and privileges
9. Annul the status of the Vatican as a state and abolish Rome’s authority over its congregations
10. Redistribute the wealth of the Vatican Bank to church victims and the community, as Christ commands

When Seeing Leads to More than Believing

Posted on May 17, 2012 by itccs

What I held in my hand yesterday caused me to flee from the University of British Columbia library, and seek solace in the deep forest that surrounds the campus where I grew up, and where I have discovered the unimaginable.

It was an unusual reaction, for I had encountered much worse over the years. But after seeing the document, something snapped in me and made nothing else possible than to rush to the woods, fall to the bountiful soil behind a hidden tree tangled in moss, and dig my hands desperately into mother earth and sob like I had not done since I was a child.

I lay there for some time, after the tears were spent, and gradually the quiet bird song and sunlight merged with a perfect aroma I had not breathed for so long: the forest loam itself, and its rich, musky decomposition so alive and sweet.

I hugged the ground and buried my face in our good earth, and felt suddenly that my own corrosion from the long and hard years could be the source of something more than personal agony. For I turned over just then and scribbled on a piece of paper,

My pain and suffering is the nursing log out of which so many and so much will grow.

I lay on my back, wonderfully calm and spent, and looked again at the photocopied document I had unearthed that morning from the government archives in Koerner Library’s microfilm section.

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Extracted teeth

It read,

“Department of Indian Affairs, Dental Report: St. Paul’s Catholic Indian School, Squamish Mission Reservation, May 1924”.

And beneath that title was listed the names of fifty-six children who had had their teeth extracted without painkiller by Dr. E. Fraser Allen of Vancouver.

No anesthesia.

Matilda Miranda was seven years old, and six of her teeth were yanked from her jaw without anesthesia. Theresa George was eight, and five of her teeth were similarly pulled. Leonard Rodrigues, age 10, Ralph Atkins, age nine, Doreen Thomas, age nine: all denied painkiller. Over 80% of the group of fifty-six “students” at St. Paul’s Indian school were tortured thus.

Dr. Allen was paid $20.54 for his efforts, including the cost of $1.50 for his tools and amalgam dressing. It took him about a half hour to yank out all those little teeth, according to the good doctor’s report of May 7, sent to C. C. Perry, the local Indian Agent.

That meant he yanked out a tooth, on average, every ten seconds: non stop.

Harry Wilson never opened his mouth much when he first spoke to me, in the fall of 1997, because his teeth were such a mess.

“Naw, I never go to a dentist” he explained sadly. “They never gave us painkiller at residential school, when they pulled our teeth”.

Harry’s teeth were yanked over forty years after the same torture was performed by Dr. Allen on the St. Paul’s children: a different school, and a Catholic one, but identical to the practice inflicted on Harry at a United Church Indian residential school in Port Alberni in 1967.

Harriett Nahanee had the same story, at the same school in 1946. So did Vera Little, at the Anglican school in Alert Bay in 1953. And the husband of Alia MacKenzie-Point at the Chehalis reservation in 1969.
I can’t hate Dr. Allen, or any of the other specialists who have ripped the teeth and the innocence from children with the full sanction of church and state for so many years. For like you and I, these torturers learned quickly how to numb themselves to the screams and the blood in order to get on with their job.

That struck me with a sudden clarity, alone in the forest, after my own tears had washed away my numbness, and I began, as always, to grapple with how to share this new evidence with the world in a way that would make others do something more than believe that the crimes did happen, and still happen. And yet I knew that, as with all the other evidence of these grisly acts done to aboriginal children, very few people would want to know the horrible truth, let alone dare to do anything about it.

Tempted by the old despair, I stared just then at what I had scribbled moments before: My pain and suffering is the nursing log out of which so many and so much will grow. And then an answer echoed in me, from something Alice Miller had written once:

We can never find empathy for the suffering of others until we have faced and embraced the pain done to ourselves.

I’ve often noticed how the church goers who trudge past our offered leaflets on a Sunday morning bear the same look, when confronted by what their church did, and what their collection money helps to cover up: people who are resigned. Batter someone enough, and they become that way.

We are all so weary of the battering we have each endured since infancy, and yet are so incapable of feeling we can do anything to stop it. Even the very life-giving sky above seems to mock life itself these days, stained by vile chemical trails spewed by corporate and military madmen far beyond our reach. What can even our best integrity and courage do in the face of the enormity of the violence we face?

Torture survivor Harry Wilson (left) and Kevin Annett, 1997, Vancouver
Torture survivor Harry Wilson (left) and Kevin Annett, 1997, Vancouver

Harry Wilson, and his counterparts Matilda and Theresa and all the other helpless little victims, knew the same despair, and some of them found a way to endure. And like Harry, who was able to tell what happened to him, when my own tears freely flowed the other day I found it easier to face the truth and find a light where there shouldn’t have been one. So Alice Miller must be on to something.

When we see our lives and our worlds for what they are, and can say so, we gain a power over what seemed like fate or irresistible injustice: sort of like naming a demon and calling it to leave a possessed soul. That’s the power of knowing our true history, individually and as a whole, and not denying the darkest moments, but describing them out loud, for what they are.

Rising up from the forested earth, I felt like a demon had indeed left me, and a warm surge of love filled me for those long dead and violated Indian children who still wait for justice. That kind of love doesn’t allow apathy or timid excuses: it does not rest until right is done. It was blessing beyond expression that day to feel the old flame arise in me again, born from my own grief, and theirs.

I ran joyfully from the woods on the sunlit path towards the bus stop, armed again with my being and the documented truth in my bag, and I knew that the time to act is always present in us. And from somewhere, the words of Rabbi Hillel sounded then:

If I am not for myself, then who will be?
If I am only for myself, then what am I?
If not now, when?

Singing a Farewell Lament to Ourselves at the End of a World, and at the Birth of Another: Understanding 2012

Posted on January 02, 2012 by itccs

by Kevin Annett

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Exorcism at the Vatican, 2009

New Year’s Eve in Nanaimo, as the rain falls quietly on a year’s memories, and on an unhurried dawn.

The old adage is true, it seems: that as we age, the years come and go more quickly, but so do the lessons of our life. Tonight, they crowd me as I gaze out at the night, and at the faces of those who died and that which was revealed.

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William Combes, Eyewitness, 1952-2011

Billie Combes was killed in a Vancouver hospital on February 26, having spoken too readily of the royal Thing that abducted forever ten children from a Christian internment camp in Kamloops.

Billie was a stumbling man of fifty seven, long lived for a street Indian, and he cried so easily whenever he remembered his internment, and the little ones he could never save. The last time I ever saw him, he actually smiled, and told me that I was his friend.

The crowned Thing Billie named barred me from England on May 29 with the kind of cold efficiency that once made it ruler of our planet. It gazed at me through the thick, banal lenses of a Border Agency cop who didn’t even smile at the jokes I cracked.

The African woman and her baby who shared my immigration prison cell weren’t laughing that night, either. Both of them were quietly crying. The world ends like this, says the poet T.S. Eliot: not with a bang, but a whimper.

Equally muffled cries arose from the hardened soil that I turned on November 21, near to the death house called the Mush Hole Indian residential school, built by the crowned Thing in 1832. I held in my hands the bones of unknown children on that day as one world ended, and another began.

Those three moments – the truth, the silencing, and the lonely vindication – blaze at me as this year ends, and we all wonder what 2012 will bring: not so much to remind me of the way things are, as to mark the termination of that whole trapped arrangement.

The lesson that it is all over has been yelping at me for some years now, and not because of a Mayan calendar. Frankly, I’ve been too intent on gnawing at the bare bones of injustice to notice what the lesson has been saying. Perhaps it was Billie’s death that paused my efforts, and made me able to recognize what finally came to rest in my hands – and what it all means.

I’ve done a lot of funerals over the years, and I’ve enjoyed most of them because of their inescapable honesty. The official mourners often seem mildly ashamed at their secret joy, of breathing while another lies dead in front of them, but what matters is that not one of them can deny what has happened. They all know the truth, and have to deal with it, somehow. Such are birthing moments.

The corpse makes them realize life, and its fragile perfection. Something is enlargened in them by facing death, and that awareness denies fear a place to enter, for in their mourning, there is vanquished the illusory hope that permits lies to take root.

Endings are what we mortals live for, because they define us. They are our most sacred encounters, for they sum up everything.

My Gaelic ancestors have a word for this summing up: Caoineadh, “the beautiful song”, which was traditionally sung at a chieftain’s funeral by hereditary mourners known as “keeners”.

The public wailing of these women was in fact the telling of the chieftain’s life story: his victories and his defeats, his character, and the purpose of his being. As his life was recounted, the soul – which was said to hover over its corpse for three days – took comfort and strength from the lessons of this latest life, for its next journey to another incarnation.

The stereotypical Irish wake – a happy drunk fest, according to British Imperial detractors – was in truth the pinnacle of community joy, for in their shared lament, everyone played a part in the completion of the cosmic cycle of one life, in the re-birthing of a soul imbued with wisdom and grace.

Their mourning was in fact the first gasping breath of a new existence.

That’s how I see our situation as 2012 dawns.

Typically, our attention as a people has been on everything but ourselves: on the Mayan cycle, or other people’s prophecies, and not on our own. Yet everything in us speaks a simple truth, known to us away from the clatter of life and our own worry, and that is this: we cannot be born into the new world awaiting us, because we have not yet learned that we have already died.

Our modern western world is like a wandering spirit that knows not that is has passed on, and is trapped and terrified in an illusory limbo world. It is small wonder that the Nuu-chah-nulth people where I live first called us Europeans the “mu multh nees”: ghost people.

We have been such a people for some time – but in our deep fear and denial of death, of what we have become, we have been blind to ourselves.

It’s hardly an accident that as our Christian culture became more psychotic and blood soaked over the centuries, its fear of death multiplied, for we see the world not as it is, but as we are.

Much as modern America’s terrorist-obsessed mind has no escape but in more violence because it sees everyone as a reflection of its own terror, the western world spawned by a “catholic” church that tried to murder Christ and his way can no longer know the life that comes after death. And so we can only fear and deny the fact that we have already died.

I’m not mistaken that we as a people are not simply dying, but are already dead. And here’s the simple proof.

A people who are alive respond with outrage, and action, when the lives of their children are threatened. They rush to protect the future generation. They cannot live alongside that which murders or rapes them.

Similarly, a people who are alive defend their natural world and its sacred bounty and health, for their very existence depends on their doing so.

On the other hand, a people who have died do not respond to any of these threats, for they feel nothing. They cannot perform the most basic steps of self-preservation. They simply function, like parts of an unthinking machine, just as we are doing: but in our case, our actions as a culture all seem designed to actually ensure our own final destruction.

That is who and what we have become: denizens of Necropolis – the City of the Dead, which sucks the vitality out of all life on our planet. And the more we impact our world, the quicker the death we embody spreads, toxifying and radiating our world. And what we do to ourselves in the material world is an expression of a spiritual death that long preceded it.

How can we awaken our collective self – our higher mind – to our own death? By lamenting. We can sing to ourselves our own Caoineadh, the beautiful recounting of who we were and what we did in our life as a people – and how we came to die. And then our hovering soul will know it is time to release, and move on.

Tonight, I awakened to the fact that this is precisely what I’ve been doing since 1995: counseling my own people through their death agony by telling the tale of how something called European Christendom caused its own destruction, and those it conquered.

I called it an exorcism when I stood outside the Vatican on two occasions and compelled a dead spirit to depart from there. But then, as now, I was simply singing the same requiem ritual to that which is finally awakening to its own demise.

So what does all this mean for us now, on the first day of a momentous new year?

For nearly twenty years, I have described and documented the crimes of my people, and brought them to the world. And yet ultimately, all of these efforts have fallen on deaf hearts and ears: those of the dead.

There is no public reaction to all the evidence of murder and torture of children by church and state, because there can be no response that actually stops the crime from happening again. We have finally recognized what we are a part of: soulless institutions of the Lie, that have no heart or purpose save self-perpetuation. And so now, to quote one of my friends, it is time to “Leave the dead to bury the dead”.

It is time to let go of everything, and allow our collective self to dream its being into a new life, and begin all over again.

So I’m not worrying anymore about proving to the world that Mohawk children were murdered and buried on the grounds of the Brantford Anglican school. We know it happened. So does the Crown and Church of England, who caused the slaughter.

Instead, I am resolved to dismantle both of those institutions, and all those like them, so that they can do no more harm. Only thus can we awaken their inhabitants to their dead condition, and allow their souls to move on.

To do so, we don’t need another Tribunal, or an Inquiry into the obvious. For even with such an inquiry and its final proof that those who rule this society are mass killers, who would impose on these guilty groups any sentence? How can we enforce our verdict on the Genocide, without wielding our own force to make justice real?

We are faced, ultimately, with a question of power, and who wields it. We need therefore a spiritual and a political revolution, from the bottom up, to reinvent society so that the City of Death is no more.

To replenish itself, the land lies fallow every few years. So too must we now let go of a murderous social disorder to allow ourselves to regenerate, and build a culture based on the Great Law of peace and equality.

Thus, at the same time as we stop paying taxes and voting away our autonomy, and sever our economic involvement with society, we reclaim that stolen by a few, beginning with the land and our families. From the ground up, we fashion a republic of spiritual and social Equals in harmony with the earth.

So I turn my back on Canada, and its churches, and its corporate oligarchy, as I call you to do too, and on the City of Death wherever you encounter it.

I pledge myself in this year of 2012 to help begin our new life as a people whose allegiance is the Natural Law, by reclaiming our minds, our land, and our people from the death they have dwelt in for too long.

Now is the time for poets and bards to sing our captive hearts into a new reality, and for our true warriors to overthrow Necropolis and establish justice in the land, and the Natural Order.

We have sought fruitlessly for humanity from institutions that have none. Their time is over, and they will fall at our hands.

As Chippewa native elder Del Riley said recently,

“These churches that killed our people will not be allowed to legally operate on our territories anymore.”

The spiritual reclamation, and the material, has begun. And as that unfolds, the children who died, and those like Billie Combes who died in their defense, will begin to rest. But not before.

“Your wound is incurable, your injury beyond healing … But I will restore you to health, and heal your wounds’, says the Lord your God” – Jeremiah 30

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Two Row Wampum Treaty of Peace and Equality