Writers block isn’t the friend of any writer. I’m no different than anyone else. When I find myself unable to focus, I take a break. Sometimes I paint. I often find myself painting scenes from Alaska. Such as this one. I call it driftwood (I wonder why).
Well, my break is over and it’s time to get back to work on the next book. The tentative title is “Murder in My Hometown” and it takes place on the Kenai Peninsula, Alaska, the area where I grew up. This work, like the others is a novel. A book of fiction, with no similarities between the characters and anyone I may have known back in the day.
I tell you this, to prompt your curiosity. I suppose if you have no desire to know about the state of Alaska, you might not be interested. However, if you love the State as I do, you may want to know a little about the area.
Alaska is as beautiful as it is isolated. While the flight into the state may not take more than hours it can turn into a full day, depending on your flight and the weather.
Writing about Alaska has caused me to be a little homesick. I haven’t lived in the state since 1992 and I’ve only been back to visit a few times since. But that doesn’t matter. You can remove the person from Alaska, but you can’t remove Alaska from the heart.
It’s true, everything is bigger in Alaska. The mountains, the oceans, and the fish. The summer days are long, and the winters are as long and dark. It takes a special person to be moved by such majesty. I’m one of them.
So, “Murder in My Hometown” is born. Another project, another book another story to tell. Another query to write. Thankfully, that is on the back burner for now.
I hope you’re all having a wonderful week, and you’re realizing your dreams.
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And so the Constitution is introduced. The words become those that are the fabric of our Nation. They weave together all that is required to live together as we form a more perfect Union. The Republic. A place where we can live together, not in perfection but perfectly, imperfect, accepting each other’s imperfections while working together to strive for a better life.
The country of Italy gave the Vatican it’s own land within their borders so the Catholic Church could operate within the country of Italy outside the laws of the country. And another thing, the Vatican has it’s own banking system and military.
Have you ever heard of the City of London? Same thing. It is a foreign country within the boarders of England. Again it operates outside the laws of Great Britain. And is controlled by the Bank of England which is owned by the Rothschild family. Keep reading.
Did you know that in 1870 the international banking community (Bank of London; Rothschild family) sabotaged our country with their sneaky business deal that was supposed to finance our country, get us back on our feet after we spent ourselves into poverty which was the result of war. The Revolutionary War, the War of 1812, the Civil War, to name a few. Did you know the Civil War was financed on both sides by these central banks? Think about that as we continue.
The Forty-First Congress is where the majority of the fraud started. It has been suggested that the deceit began as far back as 1856 (remember what I said about the Civil War). But I will use the Forty-Forth Congress as the launching date for our demise. That is the year our Representatives weaved the web that formed illegal corporations in a foreign State (the District of Columbia), that allowed for fictious power over the people.
Now listen to this statement. There has been a Breach of Trust which renders any action taken since the inception of said Corporation as null and void, fraud, and is in violation of the Constitution of the united states of America. In plain language, the people never gave the fraudulent corporations the power to create such corporations. There’s more, but it will have to wait.
You may have heard of the Act of 1871, which wasn’t actually an “Act”. It was a series of “Acts that together in 1871 set in motion a series of illegal events that brings us to the financial state we find ourselves in as a country. Notice I said ILLEGAL.
Lets revisit the international bankers who so kindly “bailed us out.” At least that’s what they wanted us to believe. To make a long story short, they created a corporation which they called THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA (notice all capital letters). Within that corporation there are many sub-corporations which I won’t go into here. This process took some time which is why there were many “Acts” in 1871. The Act of 1871 was repealed in 1874, but was replaced by others until the Federal Reserve was create.
When a bank lends money, there is always a catch. They want to secure that loan with some form of collateral. We are that collateral. Do you have a birth certificate? No. If you want your birth certificate, you request a certified copy from vital statistics within your state. You don’t hold your birth certificate. The Central Bank does. That’s another story for another time.
Now we go deeper. Through out the remainder of the 1800s and the early 1900s, the banks manipulated the people through the Great Depression(s) and World War I until the Federal Reserve was born. So we’re clear, the Federal Reserve is not part of the government of the united states of America. And our sovereign nation is no longer in operation. The illegal corporation has been running the country. Are you surprised?
I’d like to clarify something else. the united states of America elected eighteen presidents. 
I stepped into the room and slowly approached her. The closer I got the more I could see her at her young age of four. She stiffened as I approached her. I slowed my pace even more but continued to move forward never taking my eyes off her small body. I stopped in front of her and kneeled on the floor. I didn’t want it to appear that I was overpowering her. I wanted her to see me as a friend, not another threat.
We have all taught our children not to talk to strangers. Don’t take candy from strangers and never get in the car of someone who offers you something or says they are bringing you to your mom. I think we can agree we have each used the lines I mentioned. 
things as I remind myself that we should not take each other for granted. For tomorrow can bring a cold reality. I’m thankful that this will not be the case today or hopefully tomorrow, at least under these circumstances.
One of the resources I used when writing “The War Within” was “Operation Paperclip” written by Annie Jacobsen.
I pull the thin parka around me as my muscles tense up, my body’s reaction to the cold. My jaw gets tight as I try to keep my teeth from chattering while the wind whips through the street. It creeps in behind my neck, forcing its way down my back. I reach up and lift the collar of the coat, stretching it to reach my exposed ears as the cold air burns through my flesh. I’m torn between protecting my cold ears with the jacket and the desire to push my hands deep into the pockets to keep them warm. It’s no use. There is no relief. The cold is too much.