The STATE Stole My Truck — continued

Part Seven:  Mendo Madness

Thursday, November 21st, 2013.  Down to Ukiah to get a court order to Release Private Property.  What does “Walk-In” (court) mean to anyone?    After about 30 minutes of watching several people kowtowing to the Corp. Court, and the Bailiff Officer walking around and chewing gum! We, my daughter and me, went downstairs to the Court File Clerk’s window.  After explaining to a guy my purpose in being there, he goes off and returns with my file.  He looks it over and tells me to go down to the next floor to the D.A.’s office –huh?  I tell the lady behind the glass that my personal property is being held and I want it released.  She asked me if a warrant issued?  “No.”  She hands me a paper form to fill-in.  Done.  I returned it to her.  She goes to her computer and types in the NAME, wads up the paper I just filled-in, and tells me that I plead guilty and a penalty (TAX) amount . .. “Stop!  That is not correct, it was Dismissed.”  She wanders around and finds someone else to ask.  Then she comes back, opens the door, and tells me that she’s going to ask the D.A.  She returns and goes back to her desk.  A  D.A.Assistant comes in the room, and with his eyes nearly closed, tells me that it was Dismissed, puts both hands up and back down, then turns and leaves.  Back upstairs to the Court File Clerk’s window, the guy is gone, and I repeat to a lady file clerk why I’m there.  She goes off looking for my file.  I mentioned that it might be where the guy file clerk sits or downstairs in the D.A’s office.  She said, “No it’s not downstairs, we have our own files up here.”  She returns with my file, looks it over, and starts highlighting a paper form where I’m to sign, and writing in times, dates, and case numbers.  I fill-in the appropriate information, attach my Declaration and proceed upstairs to the law library to make copies.  Back down stairs to the same lady, I hand her the original, take a copy downstairs to the D.A.’s office, and one copy for me.  A Dec. 2nd ‘court’ date is set to obtain a court ordered Release of Personal Property.

The smell of malicious prosecution in the D.A.’s office was strong.  Not to mention that the D.A. enters whatever he wants into the computers in his office!   Psychological liars all around!  How much longer til the system falls in on itself?


I want to mention that the closed mills stacks of dead trees (36 & 101) are all much larger than three weeks ago.  The many, many, many large pallets of milled 4 x 8’s at Scotia are also growing in number.  The large neon orange “Share the Road” bicycle signs that were so prevalent on 36 and 101 from Aug. thru Oct. have been removed.  How much did those ridiculous signs cost Californians?  How much were the busy highway crew paid to install them just to remove them a few months later?  Where are they stored?  Are they stored?  Can we get a refund?  Are bicycles a target in the winter and spring months?


The STATE Stole My Truck

Part One: Is There an Emergency Officer?

Saturday July 27th, 2013.  I’ve been pissed for 13 days –can’t be healthy. The STATE, as in C.H.P’s, stole my truck. It’s out in the hot sun of Laytonville. I asked the correct questions – Is there an emergency officer? Do you acknowledge that I’m traveling and not driving commercially for profit? Did you witness me committing a crime? To this he replied “yes, speeding.” I talk common law, THEY only talk in Corp. Commercial speak.

It was 100+ degrees, took two and a half hours, as I refused to exit my truck. My cat travels with me, no container box, he was panting like a dog. After officer friendly communicated on his radio he came to my window to ask my name. I had already permitted him to write down the VIN#. He had written ‘sovereign’ on the little notepad he held. Three more patrol cars came when I said that they’d have to impound with me in my truck. The officer drove me and my cat back to Willits to my friend’s home. A 20+ min. trip – unless you’re in a patrol car. When I was in the patrol car the doors were locked and the four impersonators of public servants searched my truck. I said that I did NOT consent to a search of my personal property, to which the officer said, “We just took inventory, because of the impound.”

I’m so sick to death of liars. Took me three days to type my Notice and Demand – delivered to the arresting officer, Sheriff Downey & Sheriff Allman. The officer is out of the Garberville CHP office. So far he’s been Noticed of: Warring against the Constitution, Fraudulent conveyance of language to extort the wealth and rights of one of the people, Warrant-less seizure, Failure of substantive due process, Involvement with prior knowledge, and pre-meditated fraudulent gross negligence, Impersonating a public servant, and Armed robbery.

“Personal involvement in deprivation of constitutional rights is prerequisite to award damages, but defendant may be personally involved in constitutional deprivation by direct participation, failure to remedy wrongs after learning about it, creation of a policy or custom under which unconstitutional practices occur or gross negligence in managing subordinates who cause violation.” Gallegos v Haggerty (1938).

First and foremost, before anything applies, did STATE acquire standing to punish by proving on the record that a regulatable activity, over which the STATE had enforcement authority, was actually being engaged in by me, and that my truck was being USED as a “motor vehicle” for that purpose? If the car/truck/van is not being used for Commercial purposes, then its seizure was illegal because the lawful authority for it was applicable only to those “motor vehicles” that ARE being USED FOR COMMERCE.

“If the State converts a right into a privilege, the citizen can ignore the license and fee and engage in the right with impunity.” Shuttlesworth v. City of Birmingham Aabama.

“Any restraint, however slight, upon another’s liberty to come and go as one pleases, constitutes an arrest.” Sweetnam v. W.F. Woolworth Co. Ariz.

This position does not hang precariously upon only a few cases, but has been proclaimed by an impressive array of cases ranging from the state courts to the federal courts.

The very concept of “Public Policy” and its inherent usurpation of power from the sovereign people is so addictive and has become so wildly accepted by bureaucrats in all levels of government that they act as if they are the masters of the people.

No other judicial establishment in recorded history has vested a titled nobility such prerogatives extorted from the submissive and unified masses. No other system has so methodically held the people in ignorance to facilitate their exploitation and continued subjection to arbitrary power. Under no other law has despotism so perfected and matured its illegitimate fruit.

I live my life according to the law of the land, and I DAMNED WELL DEMAND the same of my public servants.


part 2:  Dealing with the Uninformed:

Monday August 5, 2013 – 9:30 a.m.

I’ll skip the DMV episode. I speak in common sense, common law – THEY speak in Corporate Code Enforcement – incapable of thinking outside of their fraud and theft of the people “job description” box.

In the Court File Clerk’s area, with two witnesses in tow,  I asked the guy behind the glass how to go about seeing a judge.  He asked if I had a pending case.  No, I don’t.  Then he said I could not speak with a judge.  He asked what it is pertaining to.  I told him armed robbery -transportation theft from the (e)lderly.  (His end of the ‘speaker’ communication was breaking up).  He kept repeating his learned mantra:  “Get a lawyer” and something about Probate.  Every time I corrected him that it is about transportation theft, he repeated his same old programming that’s killing the planet lawyer/probate jive.

With Mandatory Judicial Notice in hand, witnessed by three living souls, three of us proceeded to the Sheriff’s Dept. counter – also behind glass.  Since this lady didn’t leave her chair to “see if the Sheriff was in” I determined that he truly wasn’t there.  She had no idea when he would return, and no he doesn’t have an appointment book.  She would be glad to take a note.  No thanks.  I asked her if the only way to get to meet with a magistrate was to be apprehended?  She thought it wasn’t a good idea and “No” it would not guarantee my objective.

Upstairs to the Court Clerk’s office door – this lady repeated the same monologue about seeing a judge.  To which I ran by her my theory of being apprehended in order to see a judge.  She laughed, and told me that that would not necessarily get my desired result.

What we thought was a Bailiff, as we got closer was a Deputy at the other end of that same floor.  I asked him the possibility of seeing a judge, or does that require being apprehended?  He directed me to the Bailiff’s Room and told me to just knock on the door.  A young man dressed in a suit, lawyer ?, was sitting to the right of the Deputy.  He told me that if I managed to get arrested that I would probably spend 72 hrs. in solitary confinement (the jail is full), and then be released.  Yikes!

Upon a Bailiff answering my knock at the door, I went through my same story and question about being apprehended to see a judge.  “Not a chance.”

Ahh, Sheriff Downey is going into the Bailiff’s Room.  I asked him what about conversing with a judge, that I am under duress and (e)lderly, ten miles from any food store, and no way to get wood to heat my home.  And, “Didn’t you read my letter and attached Notice that I left for you two weeks ago?”  That clicked, he punted, threw up his hands and directed me to the Mt. Sanhedrin (universal consent) Court in Mendo. Constitutional Sheriff my snow white bottom.  He took the oath to uphold the law of the land, the Constitution.  It’s either Constitution, or For Profit Commerce PERIOD.

Hind sight – I shoulda give him a swift kick in the shin.  I’m sure that would have gained my entrance into the Syndicated Corruption pool.  However, I’m not willing to be in solitary confinement for 72 hrs. and then released by a PIG (PERSONS In Government) who illegally step into the judicial branch and sign a release as: “Matrix II.”

My mentor emailed me before I went up to Eureka and asked if I was just going up there to “shoot the breeze” with a judge.  Later, I replied that I didn’t even get a sniff of a breeze with a judge.


part three:  The Lying Liars Who Lie About The Lying:

Monday Aug. 26, 2013

Lie # 9 – “Traffic” Administration room didn’t open until 8:30 (since last Nov.).  The Code Enforcer wrote 8:00 on C.H.P’s “Adopted” Traffic Citation form.

Lie #10  –  Suspended D/L.  When anyone’s State issued (owned) D/L EXPIRES, it would be impossible to be on the FREEways or “Highway” Robbery of 101, with a “Suspended” Commercial DRIVER’s License.

Not being in possession of any I dent a fiction and knowing that the Commercial Administration process requires notarized documents, I ventured into Garberville’s D.M.V – at 1:15 (closes for one and a forth hours for lunch).  As I approached the door a lady was just behind me.  A sign posted on the door said to take a number and be seated.  I looked at her and asked if we would be told to do just that and we gave a knowing smile to one another. We were the only ones in there, with two female counter clerks ready behind the counter. Sure enough!  The first counter clerk on our right told us to each take a number.  I asked if I should be seated first (only to get right back up and approach the counter).  She said no we didn’t have to sit, just take a number.  😀   As I filled in the fields on the (A)pplication, NOT Contract as there’s only my sign of nature (signature) – in THREE places! There’s no meeting of the minds, let alone the autograph of the STATE who is offering the (A)pplication.  She printed out a record of past FTA’s – and sueprise, sueprise, Mendo. was NOT on the paper – hence, no “Suspended” D/L.    – A third lady, to my left, was asking about why she hadn’t received her D/L in the mail yet.  Great.

The edifice of fraud is crumbling before our very eyes.

Earlier same day – After two office stops on the second floor of the Mt. Sanhedrin building, I was sent to “Court” room G (Godzilla I figured).  The whore judge in this room was handing out penance (O)rders to the tune(s) of $800 to $1,400!!  She asked if the ones who remained were here for Walk-In Court.  I stood and was motioned front and center.  (I have two witnesses with me). Wearing a white skirt (always bring light into the dark) and a med. blue long-sleeved cotton sweater that has UNSLAVED printed in white two inch high letters across the chest, I began with:
“For and on the record – and continued with what I posted in here last week.  i read through the first page – ending with –what rights will be made available to the Accused and what rights will be denied – and the de facto judge started banging her little hammer like a third grader, shouting “I have jurisdiction over You!”  To which I firmly stated, “I do Not consent, You do NOT have jurisdiction over the Accused!!!”  As usual, I had hit a nerve  😀 – and the Bailiff started walking towards me and reaching for the cuffs.  Judgie wudgie asked how did I want to plead?  “I do NOT plead to Courts of Contract.”  She continued, all I heard was September 11 as the Bailiff (on queue to distract) started talking to me also.  I marked his paper “offer to Contract” with my usual For: ALL CAPS NAME (i’m signing For the Strawman), followed by three dots (under duress and forced under threat to comply).

Lie # – I’ve lost count in “this State” (of mind) – Bailiff told me that what the robed Pirate was saying was being printed and I would get a copy.  Later upon looking at the “(O)rders, it was only three copies of the same world-of-fiction’s Citation.
i’m posting this in here in detail for (E)ntertainment purposes ONLY.  The irrelevant charges have no bearing.  I’m there for one purpose, and one purpose only, to challenge jurisdiction (Due process).  When fact and fiction come face to face, the truth can NOT be heard – literally, and god forbid the remaining two thirds  full of the room should hear truth.  Remember, Lady Justice wears a blindfold.


part four: In the Arm Pit of the Country’s So-called Courts:

Wednesday September 11, 2013

Different black-robed Banker, no surprise there.  This one repeated no less than three times, that, “California is a sovereign State.”  Again I refer to George Carlin who stated the obvious: – “How much longer do they think they can go on lying to us?”

Sovereign is a “people” term – NOTHING to do with land.  The Constitution is the law of the land.

I could only stare at the Banker.  He even threatened having me cuffed – get this – for chewing gum!  Honestly, how embarrassing would that be, when any of the other female prisoners asked me why I’m in there, and I’d answer – “for chewing gum.”   Too embarrassing, I opted to spit it out – Knowing that I’d be slipping back into 3-D’s jurisdiction by obeying a command from a Banker.

When I said that I had not received Due Process (as it no longer exists), the Banker threatened me with a Bench Warrant!  (This guy was even more off the hook than Banker #1 – if that’s possible).  Next, and meaning they’ve run out of ideas – the Banker would have me declared nuts if I didn’t accept a Public Pretender!!!  JEEEZ  US.

STATE INC.’S  are merely marauding bands, violently appropriating land (and other) resources that they have no labor title to.  The land question remains, its’ importance brought to the forefront whenever we’re shown the utter chaos that the “order” of the STATE actually produces.

It’s a matter of course that the STATE’S gangs holding us captive should demand our loyalty, and no less surprising that most have come to genuinely identify with their respective captors.

How pissed, indeed!, should all of us be at the history of political conquests that gave us the distribution of land (and other resources) we have today?


part five:  In the City of the Damned . . .  Bring it On, I Will Not Comply! 

Thursday October 3rd, 2013

The level of fraud is impressive.  Same Banker as Round One, third persecutor, third Case # (?).  D.A. ass’t didn’t have my file (yeah, right) and left to go get it.  Banker exited room.  I approached a guy wearing a blue short-sleeved, unbuttoned shirt, supposedly the Bailiff, and handed him my original Affidavit and asked him to give it to the Court Clerk.  He looked confused, walked it over to her, and returned it to me.  (Conclusion – the offices are all vacant).  Persecutor returns.  I asked to see his BAR card, which he produced, then he followed me back to my seat by my friends.  He was asking about “Driving.”  I corrected him, “travel.”  He said “Drive.”  I said “travel.”  “Drive.”  “travel.”  “Drive.”  “travel”  “Drive.”  “travel.”  This went on six to eight times, he finally conceded and returned to his chair.  Banker returns.  Persecutor whines about the “Defendant” – which I loudly corrected by saying “co-plaintiff” – asking him to see his BAR card.  “Good morning your honor” as I again handed my Affidavit to the Bailiff(?), with a nod from the Banker, the Court Clerk handed it to her. Banker asks if this is about challenging her jurisdiction?  “Yes, same as the Aug. and Sept. meetings.”  (first one w/out an identification, I had three friends whom I’ve known forever witness my signature –Common Law, second round I submitted a copy that got “Lodged.”  This time, I gave up my original). Then, and this was a real stretch, she asked if I was the same ‘person’ whose last NAME (30 years ago!) was ——-.  (I wouldn’t contract with her by ‘giving’ her my name).  I said that that was irrelevant to the case now before the court.  “On and for the record, I am here in the flesh speaking for the living ______, family of _____, hereinafter co-plaintiff by Special Appearance ONLY” when the Banker interrupted my freedom of speech and says that the Court Reporter can’t get all that I’m saying – lies, lies, and more lies.  I asked if she was stating that I am a slave?  She said no, I didn’t (past tense) say that you were a slave.  I asked for evidence for the claim.  She referred to the lame-ass citation that I and Officer ____signed.  I asked her if she really thought that an ALL BLOCK CAPITAL NAME printed like a second grader with For: in front was my signature?  And that Officer _____is too incompetent to make a legal decision for me.  She said that he is competent.  I said that the court is assuming facts not in evidence and so far I haven’t seen a valid claim/legal charging instrument.  We continued to talk over one another – round and round.  I asked her if she is a Public Servant? She arrogantly said, “I am employed by the STATE of CA.”  I asked if she had taken an oath to uphold the Constitution, that it seems as if I’m being punished for my belief in the law of the land.  (I know, I know, NEVER mention the Constitution in an inferior STATE courtroom).  It was mostly a shouting match.  She said that all she could do is reduce this to an infraction.  I said, that is not true, it can be dismissed without prejudice (this was on the top right corner of my Affidavit).  Well, she wasn’t going to do that, and could I be ready for try all by Mon?  (LOL, a Bench trial).  “No.  Co-plaintiff demands a jury trial – of her peers.”  (you can see how impossible this would be, AS IF there are 12 living souls in Mendo. who think as I do).  She was saying the word January, when I abruptly, and determinedly, turned and walked away, looked at my friends and loudly said, “let’s go, we’re outta here.”  The pretend Bailiff came running after us out in the hall and asked if I didn’t want the “Minutes.”  We kept walking, I said “NO!” There was about 20 sheeple in the room for this ACT III smoke and mirrors show.

I’m so done with STATE employees posing as Public Servants.  These inferior courts lack jurisdiction to allow a foreign government operating on American soil – Trespassers and Traitors! And yes, my truck is still there after three months.  If this bullshit charade being played on the people to extort rights and money by misconveyance of our language, and wearing their color of law costumes, continues – who’s fault is it?  Mendo’s website has 60 days in advance slave NAMES listed to “appear” in their pit of vipers.


Part 6:The people vs the STATE INC.(fact vs FICTION)

Thursday October 31

Upon arriving in Garberville i had Jim Lamport make three copies for me of the “So Ordered” Mendocino County So Ordered Dismissed, Trial Dates Vacated, document.  Off to the STATE (CHP) office in Redway, with witness in tow.  A gal comes to the counter window and opens it.  The only other person on the other side of the glass is a female standing back afar.  Let me say here that, a contract is a meeting of the minds and performance. I  handed her a copy of the Dismissed case docket and told her that i was going to get my truck from impound at the tow agency, and would she please confirm this to him if he telephones? She agreed = meeting of the minds.  I offered, she accepted.  Seriously, it didn’t occur to me to ass KING permission.  I’m public; she’s servant –correct?

Just before arriving at the “tow agency,” I telephoned my girlfriend who was nearby to come and meet me there, that I had received the Dismissal Order yesterday.  We get there when she does.  Tow guy comes out, and I hand him his copy of the Dismissed doc., and say, happily, that I’ve come to get my truck.  (Our first two meetings he “wished me luck”).   He is saying something in reference to $, when I remind him that my last sentence to him the first time we met was that, he is liable if the charges don’t stick  -and that during our second encounter that I had referred him to the Notices he had received, (signed signature in hand), that states that you can’t lose something you never had $, and that he is in possession of stolen property.  “You can’t not know something once you know It.”  I even showed him my original Purchase receipt from the dealer who I bought my truck from, and did he see his name on it?  I again showed him the STATE “tow agency” form that has NO SIGNATURES on it, and the “Traffic”(Commerce) citation that only has one signature –the arresting STATE Officer’s.

He privately contracted with the PUBLIC STATE –not me.  How can his contract include me????   Private Public Partnership (PPP) is a frowned-upon conflict of interest that is not for the benefit of the people, and tramples on the Constitution, and in amendment, the Bill of Rights  -that on paper, protects those rights.

I had also asked him, during one of my past visits, that would it be okay if I stole his truck?  Would he mind?  -seeing that we hardly know each other, and i don’t have his signature selling, giving, or lending it to me.

I asked him to please telephone the STATE office in Redway.  He telephones a STATE Dispatcher, talks to her for a while, and then she asks to speak with me.  My first words were, “Are you in Redway?”  She replied, “No.”  Then she asked me if I got a signed ‘Release” when i left a copy of the Dismissed doc. in Redway.  Like all-of-a-sudden signatures actually have value –humph.  She then turns the telephone conversation over to Major _____.   I MEAN, how many Military Titles of Nobility/Labels are there in the STATE C.H.P?  He rambles on the same old programming, in the crypt, ad nauseous mantra about D/L, Registration blah, blah, blah.   Back talking with the Dispatcher, in ending our chat, she says that she’ll get back to me  -She does –She Dispatches some 104’s.

Prior to their speedy arrival, I was using my girlfriend’s telephone in trying to connect with Redway – I listened to the menu merry-go-round madness, including an Insurance sales blurb, and wasn’t able to speak with a warm body.  True to the day that it was, Halloween, the 104’s arrived in their usual “Color of Law” costumes.  The first one to arrive looks to be 24 years of age.  I flash on the 24 year-old rookie-in-training who just recently fired seven shots at a 13-year-old boy in Sonoma County and killed him.

My girlfriend must exit  -it’s that time of year.  The second 104 arrives, he’s the first-in-line thug thief who illegally and unlawfully stole my truck in July.  I didn’t recognize him  -I seldom remember STATE persons.  A Corpse just doesn’t have much worth to me.   He’s short, bald, wearing shades . . . cute in a wolf’s clothing way.

With the tow guy, James (my witness), two STATE Code Enforcement Agents, and myself, circled . . . the first 104 to arrive starts on his schpeal about STATE Codes.   I ask for his oath, as I’m writing down his NAME.  No reply.  i show him the Dismissed doc. from the COUNTY of Mendocino.  He says that until I REGISter my truck and get a (Commercial) Driver’s License, and (I)nsurance that my truck isn’t gong anywhere. I said, “Let’s suppose that i get my truck and I’m traveling up 101 and get motioned roadside.  Do you think that a STATE Code Enforcer is going to waste his time going through this whole charade again?”   He just went into his programmed mantra about D/L, Registration, and Insurance.  I agreed –meeting of the minds, and turned to walk.  At this point, let’s face it; Registration and a License could be obtained.  Then, “Tow Guy” who has said nothing up until then, mentions his $.  104 says, “Oh yes, and his storage fees.”  Do I smell a Breach of Contract?  I turn back around.  Now, the bald headed 104 speaks and tells me that we have to get off of the property, and for me to telephone a “Supervisor”  GOOD GRIEF! –yet another titled fly in the ointment.  Are these DiCK wavers authority fixated, or what?  If the tow guy would have said for me to leave his property, I could heed, but a STATE hired thug?  Na.

The first 104 getting more vicious by the minute, snarls and says, “If  we have to come back out here we won’t be as nice as we are now.”  James, who has only been witnessing for me, speaks up and tells the 104, that he just crossed the line in threatening his friend, and he won’t tolerate it.  At this point, I’m not going to place any one of us in harm’s way.  I look at James and say, “Let’s go.”

At least three times when the youngest 104 was talking loudly over me, I told them that he was.  Only to hear, “Yeah, that’s right.”  I asked him to allow me to speak without his interference, that the only reason we’re having this confrontation at all is because “you two have the clubs and the guns.”

As James says, “It’s hard to convince someone whose livelihood is based on not understanding.”

Hello World

Yep, I’m doing a blog too folks. My intention is to try and raise all of our vibration’s frequency so that we may go up this hill that is looming before us hand-n-hand.  For more of us to realize that no-thing that we want is upstream. NOTHING!  For more of us to realize that to become who you want to be, it is easier for the doer, the knower, when done in service for all that is.

Be aware of your responsibilities as a sovereign before trying to conduct business as a creditor or you may find yourself in an unpleasant situation.  And remember, this is not an overnight process, the information needs to be embedded into your being.

~forest queen