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Young Workers march on February 7

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Context

I am a survivor of a United States biochemical experiment that is currently in review for investigation. Through my 15 years of illness, I had to get life-saving treatment in Washington DC, traveling there monthly for years while between life and death. In 2020, for my final appointment in February, I walked the Mile in DC, Alone, a one person protest, with a shirt reading "GIVE US LIBERTY PRIOR OUR DEATH," and "HEAR ME, PRESIDENT TRUMP."

I walked alone, but I was not alone, for the spirits of countless victims of this disease gave me the strength to walk that entire way, and it was the spirits of Arlington who kept me motivated, telling me to keep walking, to honor all the dead even after I won my personal battle. I walked from the Hill, to the Monument, to the White House, and I held my sign with the name of their lab-altered creation in their face, bold and alone. Finally, after 15 years, there is a case brought up to Congress to investigate this disease in 2026.

So when I say I speak to Arlington, understand, they spoke to me first, telling me to embrace the suck and don't give in. They guarded me as I lay dying in hospitals across the Potomac, and didn't scorn me for the betrayal I felt getting treatment in DC, the place that at one time ordered the disease inside me be made into a weapon.

And when I ask the veterans who are not at rest to fulfill their oath, it is not a demand or order of the dead to do my bidding, it is my attempt to offer them rest; how many service men and women died for a proxy war, rather dying to protect their country like they swore to? How many lie in Arlington with Unfinished Business, because they died in a war that was made up for a rich man's profit?

And when I work, I do not work with haste, or with hubris. I work with respect and honor, with diligence. I do not do workings calling for destruction or death, I call for justice and balance. Sometimes, justice is the death penalty, but I am not the judge. I am the prosecutor, and my actions are to present the case to the Divine and to the Dead, as a way to preserve life and prevent harm. Balance and Justice must be carried with both the left and right hands, and so I too, like I did for years in Washington, must walk between the Living and the Dead.

It is why I did my working last night at a veterans memorial, an obelisk made of black granite like the Vietnam veterans wall in DC, an obelisk like the Washington monument I walked to, in the boots of a soldier who lost their life to a proxy war for poppy: Poppy, the flower they leave for veterans, the flower of bloodshed. It is why, in my working, I was orderly, methodical, meticulous, and cleansed not only the ingredients on the pavement but cleansed and scrubbed away the very chalk on the ground. When you approach the Dead in the shoes of a deadman, at a memorial, and present your case to the Divine order seeking Justice and Balance be restored, you do not do so hastily, loudly, angrily, or messily. You do it honorably, in order, as you would any courtroom. You do not do it to give yourself power, but to give power back to those victimized by the one being tried. You don't bother the dead at rest, you ask the restless dead if this will help them fulfill their unfinished business of protecting We the People.

So, if you feel inclined to support this working, and you want Justice and Balance to prevail in the wake of the devastation this regime has caused the world at the cost of countless lives, light a candle, or set out water, with the intention that the proxy wars of the past do not become proxy wars of the future. May we all not only prevail, but may We the People help the restless spirits of Arlington finally fulfill their oath and be at ease at last.

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Dua Dua Dua. With the feet that walked the Mile, and the heart opened up on the table, and the Pearl medallion from a Smithsonian, I tread. I walk in boots that belonged to a man now in Arlington, and pray with all my might;

May the veterans who died in wrongful Political wars not allow this country to be ripped apart by yet another one.

May the Veterans who lie in Arlington restless, the ones who wish to rest, complete their oath and serve and protect We the People.

May they rise up like mists, and choke the proxy for this war.

May they rise like rats from the sewers, and overrun the minds of those who plot and scheme with the lives of civilians and innocent children.

May those of Arlington who died for no reason but a rich man's greed protect the youth of this nation by not permitting further atrocities be done with them as the tools used to perform murder; the boots I wear belong to a man who had no business in desert sand, and now, is bone under dirt.

May the spirits who are restless, who are anxious in Arlington, who sense the beat of war on the horizon; kill the drummers. Kill the ones playing the song of war, for they are the ones choosing a proxy to sacrifice the lives of human beings over.

Kill the drummers of war, so no war may be had. This is not a revolution, this is not a civil war.

This is correction. This is a storm.

Arlington, I call you..... like a storm..... destroy those who demand the deaths of We the People, fulfill your oath, and be at rest. You do not deserve to be tormented over your own life lost to a proxy, when you can save us now.

And then, be at ease at last.