The Indulgences of the Few

  In the months to come, I trust that the truth about matters will come to light not in its entirety, but at least enough to justify all of my actions and assertions. When I think back to the events of my initial kidnapping in Southern California in the 70’s I find any anger or animosity tempered by the political climate at the time and the uncertainty which must have been so very pervasive across the nation. From the perspective of the generational enrichment and embezzlement of the Granville Redmond estate and those who would carry the torch into the decades to come, looking to ensure the various rationalisations and justifications for the fraud must have been uniquely tailored for each family. There would have been mothers who would never know, father’s who worried they would need children to pass the torch along to and most everyone tasked with the completion would have been merely children. That’s what I think of when I recount the daily beatings and constant abuse. Or the time I ran away and the forty five minutes of being held by one hand or the other and beaten non-stop by Gary Wayne Messer, the hours of recovery being held by Berniece in that small tub. She sat rocking me back and forth until the water had gotten cold and yet all I could do was the same oscillating and rhythmic whimper of breathing that I assume is common under such circumstances. 

  Had those responsible for my kidnapping and the current weaponising of the courts been pragmatic enough to check on my home life with the Messer, they might have thought better of hiding away the heir to the James Redmond Estate. They might have reconsidered building the Orange County Empire the way they had between the hidden juvenile records, numerous social security numbers and massive property fraud. Had they reconsidered such endeavours based upon the moral implications, perhaps the elaborate plans of enemy states wouldn’t have led to the genocide of the indigent populations in the United States during COVID-19. But there's no changing the past. Only dealing with the present and guiding the future for the better. That's all we ever have. 

  For many, there will be much debating, denial and self delusion in hopes of satisfying a fear of cognitive dissonance, but for me, having seen the evidence first hand… There are no lies of which I know that will ever help comfort me from the reality that our corruption, and lack of action against it, nearly cost us EVERYTHING. The majority of perpetrators will have no idea of all that took place, yet will most likely be the first to deny and help coverup the realities of these past five years And that’s just fine. Because the shared delusion of this thing we call reality takes time and compromise, but the truth is immutable, unchanging and merely lies in wait alone. The facts are undeniable and being in possession of that data affords me immense comfort in the hope of preventing tactics like this from ever being tried again. 

  Had the small group of human traffickers and those pursuing elicit materials via the devices of victims thought matters through or had known about the abuse, perhaps they could have saved themselves from scrutiny, from prosecution. To the ones selling my intellectual property and turning warranted surveillance into a snuff film subscription service for foreign nations, I say THANK YOU. Thank you for allowing me access to the multitudes of the population from which I had been hidden my entire life. Thank you for giving my ideas a sounding board. Ideas and hopes which I so desperately wanted to share with the world are now in the hands of those who needed them and now might be used to help others. And if you wonder why your techniques and torture methods failed so miserably, I will share with you what I learned from the childhood I was forced to endure for eleven years: 

1. NEVER RUN AWAY. 

2. NEVER ALLOW ANYONE TO RULE YOU THROUGH FEAR OR INTIMIDATION. 

  I’m not demanding we all bring attention to the 20,000 dead and cremated in just Dayton Ohio because I care about my inheritance, about revenge or even justice. I demand accountability, because without such we are so much less than I will allow as a nation. I demand such because they were residents under the protections of the United States of America. They were citizens among We The People and that ought to be enough. Knowing that hundreds of thousands were specifically targeted and forced into the streets specially for the attacks of 2020 matters not. They were part of us. They were HOME and we failed to protect them from enemies abroad and within and amongst us. So when anyone claims they understand my intent or motivation…I pray someone will point them to these assertions, because these statements are now and will remain truthful to the best of my knowledge and always.