Philadelphia, 21st December 2012.

Twelve years of suppression, two beatings in court, and the day the Republic reopened.

When Gould came back into the United States after running the international resubstantiation circuit, the Five Star Trust grabbed him. Bush and the inner circle of that network put their hands on him and beat him, in plain language, in an attempt to force him to surrender the Title Four flag and vacate his position as Postmaster General. He was taken into court on more than one occasion and assaulted in court. He won every appearance. He never surrendered the flag. He still holds it.

The Navy backed him. There was a time, in the years immediately after 1999, when the United States Navy stood quietly behind Gould as the lawful claimant to Title Four jurisdiction. What happened to that institutional support is one of the open questions of the period. Some of the people closest to the events have ideas. None of them are confirmable.

What happened in public, on the surface, is what most people remember. A private corporation moved into the White House on the twentieth of January 2001 and began identifying itself with a three by five boat flag rather than the registered Title Four flag. That corporation was run, on paper, by George W. Bush. Within nine months it had a casus belli for war in the form of three collapsed buildings in Manhattan. Within a further nine months it was bombing Afghanistan, then Iraq, then everywhere on the Wesley Clark list. None of those operations had lawful authorisation under the new quantum jurisdiction. The administration proceeded as though the new jurisdiction did not exist.

Eight years later the next administration came in. Same flag. Same lack of authorisation. Different vocabulary. The vocabulary is calm. The promises are populist. Hope. Change. Yes we can. Underneath the vocabulary the wars continued, expanded into Libya, into Yemen, into Syria. The drone programme matured. The Patriot Act was renewed and renamed. The same drugs continued to flow through the same corridors. The same fund continued to grow.

By 2012 it was clear that the network was never going to acknowledge the 1999 filing. They were going to push through the new world order programme regardless of the fact that they had no lawful charter to exist. So Gould acted again.

On the twenty first of December 2012, the date the Mayan long count calendar reset, he walked into the Benjamin Franklin Postal Court in Philadelphia, the original American post office, the same building from which the colonies coordinated the Revolution. He filed there as the new Postmaster General of the people, not of the corporate United States, but of the actual flesh and blood inhabitants of the territory. He filed a new United States Constitution, written between his quantum government and the people, identical in spirit to the original but stripped of the roughly one million statutory laws that Congress had grafted onto the old version on behalf of the Crown over two centuries.

The new Bill of Rights stood. The new Declaration of Independence stood. The new constitutional structure was opened, on the people's authority, on the day the Mayan calendar ran out. The Republic, in the strict sense, was reopened.

Almost nobody knows.

The reason almost nobody knows is that the network controls the printing presses and the broadcast frequencies and the social media servers, and the network has, by its own admission in private channels, decided that this story will be ridiculed every time it surfaces. Their working assumption is that the American people, and the people of the world, are too stupid to follow a sentence about postal jurisdiction or quantum grammar. They are betting on stupidity. They have been betting on it for thirty years.

What Gould has actually done, in the language he and Wynn Miller use themselves, is something specific. He has purified the whore of Babylon and prepared her as the bride of Christ. He has placed one foot in the sea, the admiralty maritime jurisdiction the Crown held over Washington, and one foot on the land, the civil jurisdiction Law of the Land that flows out of Philadelphia. He has built a bridge across that jurisdictional gap. The path through that bridge is precisely the path out of the fiction. You enter through Washington as the legal person, the one declared missing or dead at sea by your birth certificate, and you exit through Philadelphia as the living man or woman whose blood testifies to your existence. The vessel is unloaded. The cargo walks off the ship.

That is the architecture. That is what is on the table. That is what is being kept from you.

The Republic, in the strict sense, was reopened. Almost nobody knows.

Clip: Ronald Reagan — A Time For Choosing, 1964. The full rendezvous with destiny passage. Listen for the line about appeasement.