Tales of The Heretic

Doing the “Civilization Sidestep”

I’m taking the luxury of writing a longer piece on Sunday when I’m sure you have nothing else to do besides loll around in your backyard recliner and read. Enjoy.

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I once asked a mathematician friend if a formal math term exists for a box of equal sides. He frowned, then smiled brightly and replied: rectilinear parallelepiped!

So how about you? Have you been thinking outside of the rectilinear parallelepiped lately? Careful, you could be accused of being a conspiracy theorist. This is the term that people living inside a manufactured reality ascribe to those seeking truth.

I’ve been seeking truth for over 50 years now. I simply wanted to understand the history I was living through. Our current life and times will be but a footnote in the history books of a century from now. I wanted to understand that history while it was still happening.

And so I started to read. Because everything you need to know is in a book. I’ve read 5,000 books so far—give or a take a few hundred—and received an education sufficient to clearly explicate the devolution of our republic into a decaying empire.

This allowed me to start making predictions about the future. Not that I fancied myself a modern Nostradamus. You can’t easily solve a complex puzzle without reference to the picture on the puzzle box. Once you can see the picture, it’s pretty easy to see where the pieces go.

After collecting countless “pieces” of real history, it became obvious to me where current trends were heading and they all pointed to social entropy. Here’s a great book for you: “When I Was A Kid This Was a Free Country,” by G. Gordon Liddy.

I learned that Americans don’t really owe income tax on domestic source earnings.

I learned who really created the Federal Reserve, and why we have paper money.

I learned who funded both sides of the War Between The States and World Wars I & II.

I learned which foreign nation perpetrated “9-11” with the assistance of seditious elements within the U.S. government.

I learned the motives behind mass global depopulation and the objectives of the “breakaway civilization.”

I could see that the economic suffocation—and eventual obliteration—of the middle class was both purposeful and engineered. In order for an empire to expand, the potential for internal resistance from the populace needs to be squashed. The way to do that is to eliminate those who could resist the most. Those whom you can’t eliminate you put in a cage. The coming 100% programmable digital currency will do that nicely.

Back to the future. So where do we go from here? We’re at the stage now where the lipstick has been wiped away and we can all see the pig. The elite no longer care that we can see their plans (like Agenda 2030) because they now possess the control necessary to keep the public right where they want them.

For a while, at least. All empires throughout history have failed and crashed. Hubris will do that to you (see the poem below). This empire will fail, too. But it’s still got a long way to go, and the ultimate crash (circa 2032) will really leave a mark.

Your job is to get out of the way. I call it doing the “Civilization Sidestep.” Seen from the right perspective, it can actually be a lot of fun. You get to keep your assets, your nest egg, your friends and your sanity.

As I taught my homeschooled children, the only reason we’re all here is to help each other. I’ve been helping families to escape the rectilinear parallelepiped for many years now. If your family could use a little help, feel free to ask.

Peace,

Gordon

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Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.