PeaceRanger

Ever since early childhood I remember being passionate about money.   My passion had extremes from an ignorant youthful desire, a social phenomenon of acceptable greed, to a well-educated disdain for the central bank system and the influence of money throughout our society.   The ignorant youthful passion for money could have carried me thru my whole life and inevitably the path would have been much easier however I could not resist my calling.   To me it was no accident that I was born April 15 1971, tax day and the year that the dollar became the Mark and the gold standard was finally and totally abolished.

Some hobbit like people manage to keep greed at bay.  They do not greed money, power, or some other greed that requires funding.  Inevitably they are not the people that form mounds of wealth and its resulting power.   Go figure that it is those who greed wealth and power ultimately are the ones who obtain it.  Sadly, the way it works today, a hobbit like person will more than likely not have much wealth, therefore they will not have a fancy car, large house, extravagant vacations, access to good medical, tuition for higher education and many comforts that our rich society has to offer.  Who really wants to be a hobbit?   By default man is driven to strive for material wealth and the fruits that it bears.   On a basic level you need it to survive but who is looking to simply survive?

During my college years I was more of a liberal environmentalist and found I had a passion to understand money.  It started simple; my interests included topics such as the pathetic distribution of wealth to crimes against humanity and damage to the environment in pursuit of wealth and power.  

Later in life after graduating college I realized I knew very little about our money.  Who circulates it, owns it and how the modern dollar came to be.  The very thing that is the glue that holds the fabric of our society together and I could not tell you much about it.  I found later in life that this inept ignorance is commonplace.  So I set out on a very dark path to confront and understand the birth of our monetary system.  The more I discovered about the history of banking, the American Federal Reserve and its author, the harder I fought.   I started my search for answers at the beginning and here is what I discovered. 

Before there was money, wealth itself was traded. Two people would exchange their wealth and did not use money and were initially forced to trade equal values of wealth. For instance a man might trade his wood canoe he built for a cart made by another man. People soon, however, ran into the problem of inequity in trade. If the cart took twice as long to make than the canoe then this trade would be unfair to the cart maker.

People for thousands of years used beads, seashells, carved stone and bone as reminders of debt, a simple way to remember debt for inequity in trade.  These were not "centralized" systems. The beads and seashells were simple reminders and only had value to the parties of the transaction. They were used as money should be used, to facilitate trade of goods and services.   The beads, seashells and carved stone were not the commodity, it was still clear that the commodity was the goods and services themselves.

Over time, man came to use gold, silver and other finite limited resources as money.  At this point the gold was more than a representation of inequity in trade for it was a representation of wealth.  Gold and silver could be used to buy goods and services from any person participating in the social system that accepted the gold and silver as wealth, which even early on was just about everyone.  Because of their value of "scarceness” gold and silver became a good medium for representing wealth.   One could spend time and effort mining and panning for it but it was not easily created or duplicated.

When people gathered more gold or silver than they felt safe keeping on their person, or in their house, they made a deposit.  Here enters the first bank and banker.  A deposit-house introduced the 1st of the bankers who began their trade by securely storing gold and silver deposits. The banker would issue claim-checks as an IOU to the depositor. Claim-checks quickly became their own form of currency and were then used to purchase goods and services and were accepted in trade at the marketplace.  People knew the claim-check was as good as gold and could be redeemed for the amount stated on deposit.  The paper claim-check and the actual gold were of the same value.   The claim-check was the first form of paper money.

Throughout history early bankers would create claim-checks for gold that had never been deposited, fiat and counterfeit. With a piece of paper and ink they created wealth from nothing. These were illegal and counterfeit claim-checks as they had no actual gold on deposit and were simply a sheet of paper also known as "fiat".   Back in the day when a banker counterfeit a fiat fraudulent claim-check and was caught he would be hanged.   Many fiat claim-checks went without discover as under normal circumstances not all gold from every deposit would be withdrawn at the same time, a rush on the bank so to speak.  The early corrupt banker man would simply make sure he had enough reserves to handle gold withdrawal but because not everyone withdraws at once and he could create wealth via fractional reserves, only a fraction of the amount of claim-checks issued are actually on deposit in reserve.  

America has throughout the years had different paper dollars or notes issued by different entities and banks.  There have been central and decentralized banks and gold and silver were the dominant forces that gave value to the paper, backed by gold and silver.  America's forefathers, the founders of the constitution, wrote in Article one Section Ten that  America was to use nothing but gold or silver.  And for many years, albeit a rich history of success and failure, we managed to stick to that, often through a gold standard.  A gold standard means that paper dollars are backed by gold and can be redeemed at any time for gold based upon the gold standard.  The paper is as good as gold.

The goods and services are the commodity, they are what is important.  The money was originally intended to be a reminder of inequity in trade, a debt to be reclaimed so that we could trade our goods and services.  Later, money itself became the commodity.   Paper and ink were printed in such quantities as to allow the flow of goods and services.  But who gets ownership of the money printed?   Our dollar today is fiat (no gold standard) and our banking employs fractional reserve banking.  Remember the early banker who wrote claim-checks for which there was no gold on deposit, he was employing fractional reserve banking, illegal at the time.  Our system is not only fiat but also employs fractional reserve banking.  But, as ridiculous as this may sound, the fraction on reserve is no longer gold, its paper.   They only have to have a fraction of paper dollars on reserve for the amount of digital bits, checks and money they lend out.  

And, rest easy, a rush on the bank, as seen in previous American depressions is not a risk because we have the Federal Reserve.  The central bank that backs the member banks should a nasty “run on the banks” occur the reserves are now simply paper notes.

Here is the ridiculous part, they lend us (The Federal Reserve and member banks) their notes or dollars so that we can trade the actual commodity, our goods, our resources and our services.  The money is created from thin air, lent to us with interest (usury).  By law the Federal Reserve has the right to lend us their money, which by the way should be our money.   The kicker is we must pay them back what they lent with only a printer and paper, or in most cases a few keystrokes.   

The modern banker will argue that there are complex laws, checks and balances and that everything is square. A common man trying to decipher these laws and systems will quickly be overwhelmed and surrender to the fantastic house of cards.  I ask who do you think created much of the law that governs the massive central bank system was it the hobbit or the wealthy powerful man who already holds the handles to the monetary system?  Who are these people you may ask.  How did the Federal Reserve come to fruition?  I think this is a very pertinent question, more important in fact then asking to see the ownership of today’s (privately held) Federal Reserve.   The first, and most important fact to understand about the Fed is that it is not Federal or Government but privately held.  It is also important to understand the foundation, inception, and early ownership from which the American Federal Reserve stands.   This is important because one gets lost in the current, over-zealous complex central bank.

Please read "The Federal Reserve" and 'Warburg" links for more details.

All my collegiate life I tried to make a difference.  I majored in Urban Studies with an emphasis in environmental systems.  I wanted to use my knowledge about the planet and environmental systems to change the way we consume resources and populate the earth.  I understood the facts and I thought, “I can make a difference”.  I tried to get people around me listen and be active.  I personalized the plates on my truck to read "14PEACE”. 

I stopped trying to change the course of the planet. Out frustration and the necessity to make a living I thought at least I can save a few people being a Peace Officer, a cop.

After a lengthy background investigation I was accepted into the LAPD academy, serial number 32442.   I was in class 12-95.  The academy was a great character building experience.  The experience also helped qualify me as a trusted network security engineer.   I was a pretty good cop and in the academy I won the self defense award for my class.   

While I was a Police Officer it would go without saying that I stopped using marijuana and began consuming alcohol.   At times I would come home and ease the memories of what I saw that day with three or four drinks.     I put my religion in the back seat and did my best at what jobs I had in front of me.   No more personal exploration.   I found however that I was frustrated at what the job of a police officer really was. 

I ran largely victim to victim taking reports and booked small time thieves.  I became overburdened and unable to cope with daily involvement of inhumane crime, most notably death and rape.   Additionally, I found difficulty dealing with some of my fellow officers who loved the power trip of being a cop and was discouraged when I was at the receiving end of some sexism due to the fact that my training officer was female, whom I trusted very much.    I quit the force and went back to a talent I long had, computers and their supporting networks.   On the way out, during my exit interview, I was honest about the obvious sexist remarks and attitudes as it had affected my attitude towards the job.   

At some point after being a cop I decided I was going to have to take matters into my own hands, I was going to have to help the world free itself of the Federal Reserve Note or Mark even if I have to do it alone.  

Just prior to the dot com crash of '99 PacificNet sold everything to a company called E-Sat.   PacificNet offered terrestrial wireless and had the largest wireless IP network in California at the time.  E-Sat was a satellite technology company and they figured the two together made a good marriage.  In many respects PacificNet gave E-Sat credibility and E-Sat gave the owners of PacificNet a great deal of money.   The employees of PacificNet were left with worthless stock options of which nothing ever arrived on paper. 

I began to stop blaming individuals and started to blame the thing I felt was shaping our world, politics, wars, resource consumption, and the world around me.   I began to blame money and the system that owned and controlled money.    I believe that what I came to understand about money would lead me to some very dark times.   The future held a ton of exploration but it would cost me everything I hold dear, even my freedom.

I was finished and hurt at PacificNet so I quit.   I took my PacificNet networking background and my LAPD history and was picked up by Veritect.   It was a great opportunity just before the dot com burst.  We were one of those well-funded, millions injected best-of-breed security firms.  We had the best engineers, offices, support, laptops and even developed our own proprietary applications to use on penetration tests and internal vulnerability assessments.  

I was a ringer for the network security business.   I had a solid background of working with all the most common operating systems.  I had a great deal of experience with Cisco routers and most important firewalls.   My talents with Checkpoint firewalls would serve me well throughout my career and I was destined to be a well traveled security engineer.  My future would entail work on many financial and military networks.   

That’s just it I am not one of the external penetration test guys, the hardcore external hackers.  I work on the inside and I’m given privileges similar to people who work for the bank or institution being audited.  I’m given topology maps, IP ranges and in some cases the root passwords.   The team runs their tools against every piece of network equipment on their enterprise networks.  We tend to tell them about equipment they’ve even forgotten about.

I really don’t like technology and I am more of a forest environmentalist that prefers hiking over hacking but for whatever reason I was good at what I did and it seemed god had a plan for me.    I couldn’t believe the places my career was taking me.   I liked Veritect and I worked hard proving myself to be an asset to the company.   Veritect, had a CEO that was x-military, in fact he was a general.   He managed to land a very important contract with the military and I was about to benefit.   The job was to install Checkpoint firewalls on military bases around the world, more specifically for the Defense Logistic Agency on DAPS networks.   These were the printing networks for sometimes top secret documents.  There was some concern that documents in queue to print and in memory on the printer were at risk of being stolen.  Our job was to secure the printing networks “DAPS” and install Provider 1 Checkpoint firewalls. 

The world which is populated with American bases was divided up into regions for the purpose of this assignment.  I was probably the luckiest engineer and I was given the European Region.  This meant I was to travel to Europe for an extended amount of time and install firewalls on every American base in the region.   This was to be done with an assistant engineer from Booze Allen.

Veritect was planning for a smooth operation.  There were project coordinators and specific directives.  I was given a specialized laptop for the job one that was prepared ahead of time and supposedly cleared to perform the work.  I was not to alter the laptop installation at all.  The Sun machines that were the hardware for the firewall were to be shipped overseas and I would retrieve them from customs in Germany.  I went through basic but specific training on what I would do at each site and was given all the maps and contact information that I would need to complete the work.  

The hardware started to arrive through customs and we began to perform our work.   The firewall installs went off without a hitch and we were successfully completing all associated tasks.  My free time consisted of solo travel, reading, writing, hiking, exploring new cities and meditation.  I was spending a lot of time on a speech.  I wanted to express to people along the way that I believed great change was going to occur in the future and I wanted people to understand it was my best conclusion that our own money had deceived us and led us to our  present predicament.   

Money is only supposed to help us facilitate trade and growth.  Money however has become the ultimate commodity and is valued as such.  We now spend time trading and creating all sorts of virtual transactions strictly related to money.  An incredible virtual casino of money manipulation has become central to our society.  A vast amount of people dedicate their life to money investing and currency trading and all sorts of virtual madness that in fact serves the community no fundamental good.  Worse yet, a teacher or nurse may receive 30 or 40 thousand dollars for a year of dedicated service to the community.  A banker, or investor, or money trader, or virtual money transaction specialist may receive literally millions if not billions for their services which may have amounted to nothing more than digital virtual wasted time.  Their efforts may in fact have produced absolutely no goods, no services, no tangible benefit to the community however the system rewards them such that they will sleep in one of their 10 palaces and the teacher will sleep in his/her apartment.

I’m not suggesting that an accountant isn’t necessary to help organize allocation of resources and deal with modern money matters but we bet on money, money behavior, money transaction, the value of one money over another money.  People spend their time trying to determine what the “Fed are going say” so that they can bet one way or another.  Depending on what few words the Federal Reserve Chairman may utter will have a huge impact on our economy, our lives.  Those words could make a man millions of dollars in a matter of minutes.  But to what end?  What the hell did the betting man do to contribute to our common good to be rewarded with such wealth?   Because the commodity has become money itself, and as we mature as a society we tend to let money have more value rather than less thus giving even more control to the central bank system.  Worse yet the money is unconstitutional, fiat and privately owned, a marked note.

Society does not understand that it is simply a piece of paper, with no reserves but paper, lent to us by a false bank issuing fiat notes.   It has become a digital monster.  We spend an incredible amount of people and resource playing with virtual concepts that result in no tangible good for the community.  These masses of people, intelligent people, rather than be doctors and teachers and scientists spend their time creating virtual wealth.

So after years of research I come to understand the roots of our money.  I found the claim-check and learned what a fiat claim-check was.  Then learned that in fact our dollar is totally fiat today and we use fractional reserve banking, but the reserves are now paper.  I learned about the Federal Reserve Act and how it passed over Christmas holiday.  I learned that it is in fact is in contradiction with our constitution.  I couldn't avoid Warburg.

I was detained for the first time the day after my x and I saw the Bourne Supremacy in which we find Bourne is born on 4-15-71.   My birthday plays a very interesting role with PeaceRangers, I was born on tax day in the year the dollar became the Mark (the year the fed note was untied completely from gold standard).   The movie which portrayed a man taking on and beating U.S. clandestine operations by himself was born the same day in a current and relevant movie.   I went back home and made some noise via emails that obviously people are beginning to notice PeaceRanger.  I was detained the next day as 5150 by LAPD, oddly I was LAPD class of 12-95.   They didn’t even question me they just detained me while my spoke in fear.

It became quite apparent that I was also drugged more than once throughout the following years.   I took on some heat and was investigated by bank families and other entities fearing largely unknown PeaceRanger concepts get out. 

I ended up working for Disney having recovered from the humiliation of hospitalization and a change in employment.   I worked as part of a network security team for the Disney global network.  I went on attack in 04 an issued an arrest warrant for James Warburg in NY for reasons well detailed on PeaceRangers.Org. 

Things went from bad to worse for me.   "They" managed to drug me a second time and believe it or not I had some friends escort me in flight from mental torture to a vacant cottage in Pasadena as they believed it to be a good place to lay low.  The front door was open and I spent a delirious but safe night at the cottage.   I  went outside the next morning and apparently a neighbor noticed and asked the owner if he had guests which was an unexpected misfortune as it was supposed to be clear for a while.

Later I was visited by the owner who turns out is a lawyer whom I expressed regret for using his cottage so we sat and talked in the kitchen until he was called away by then just arriving Pasadena PD.  I believe at least one officer was acting specifically to take me out.  They rushed the house with tasers and batons, I took a death blow to the head as I was initially unguarded (of course no weapon) it was an obvious attempt to really injure me.   I went into self-defense mode for fear of death and my years of training kicked in autopilot.  I ripped the tasers out and fought with them for 5 or 10 minutes.   Finally after severely injuring a few of them I came to in a bag-stretcher.   I was beaten up badly.  The police were injured physically but I was clearly the most beat up.   The cops then proceeded to falsify the police report and said I put a box with vases outside and I was a burglar.   I spent the whole night and had no intent to steal and it was in no way a burglary but they framed it that way.  They also said that one or two officers entered alone initially with whom I fought then they stated others came in.  Another total falsification but I was in no position to contradict or change the report I was on my way to county jail.

The owner of the cottage sat with my family at my hearing as he was on my side much more than with the police.   I went down hard even though I had the owners support and I plead in order to avoid jail but I had 6 months at a mental institution and 5 years probation.   My biggest crime was fighting with the police and injuring them when in fact it was they who beat me.  It was hard to believe after being a cop that such illegal behavior existed especially in Pasadena.  In the end I wasn’t where I was supposed to be so I had little to say and didn’t want go to prison and for some time that was the end of PeaceRanger.   I was off the radar as far as “they” were concerned.

I took PeaceRangers.Org down knowing that those who feared my words would make things worse if I didn’t.  Once I did this life started to get “normal” again but I was dealing with probation, mental institutions, prescription meds, court appearances and was living off disability.  I went thru all sorts of attitude adjustment and learned humility in large doses.   I worked hard to clear my name and in three years the whole incident was expunged from my record. 

I went back to work as a security consultant but I also started to think about how I would once again approach my life mission. Having been thru the system made me forgetful about who I was.   PeaceRanger was back although I tried to maintain a normal life.    Not long down this road things went back into full motion and I began to communicate with old allies and I quickly acted to engage Warburg and the Federal Reserve Central Bank.  An underground communication network had been created and full discussion and judgment had begun in a truly global hometown meeting.   The central bank families, Warburg and clandestine operations were knocked sideways by my unexpected return to the scene and our inexplicable communications network to which they with difficulty were participating.

I became too quickly focused on PeaceRanger work as my return to post had a much larger impact than expected.  Thru all this I was in a legal battle with my x and we were at odds over child visitation.  She was still angry at or with me for my inability to change and be simply father and husband.  I was back on the radar as PeaceRanger and "they" were looking for an opportunity to take me down, a reason.  Shortly there after LAPD removed my son and I from my house and placed me in jail for an argument with my wife over custody.  My x loves and hates me, and lied a bit to the police making my situation that much more difficult.  I was quickly taken down once again and a quick jump in progress was followed by another arrest, beating in detention and another giant lesson in humility.  

I was treated with particular harshness via the court system this time around.    I ended up dealing with the arrest, jail and once again 3 years probation and 4 months at a mental institution.   I did what I had to and after release from the mental institution I rented a room in a house near my cabin.  Things started to come together but as soon as it starts to come together I catch a lot of attention from people who fear me. 

Instead of losing hope with my situation I turned to my faith in god and universal justice.  I became much more faithful and humble but still proceeded to believe I have a responsibility. The sad thing is my own family gets sidetracked forgetting who I am and what I represent and they themselves have assisted at times to harm me in their confused attempt to help me.   Several times thru all this I experienced the effects of whatever hallucinogen "they" drugged me with so I was a handful times.   Taking me down is a process of many tactics including using my own family and friends, normal personnel, drugging and framing so as to increase the believability of the situation.   They wanted me in the system and assisted then let the system take me down.

I ended up at my cabin one night trying to find peace and quiet and experienced an aggressive attempt to harass me and create a situation where the police get called in.   Circumstances being what they were the police were called in and gave me no option.  They failed to tell me what they were doing and why they were doing it.   They only postured and placed hands on weapons.  I tried the best I could to reason with them but it seems that reasoning was the last thing on their mind.   They started the fight they wanted and tased me twice both times I ripped them out and one time I was able to tase the other cop with the tasers I ripped out.   We wrestled for a while and one cop in particular beat me with his telescoping baton having failed with his taser.   I did not use rage in the fight as they were not using life-threatening force, which was just as well, or I would have injured the cops.

My situation in LA was getting dangerous and I was once again at the mercy of a system which had already treated me unfairly and threatened to put me a way.  I had spent the last 8 years publicly battling for justice for crimes against humanity and challenging some of the wealthiest bank families in America.  LA had become overrun with maniacal efforts to harass me and people getting paid for the effort.   There were elements in Southern California that were toxic to my life.   I had to get out of America so with the help of some friends my escape was planned.

It all happened so quickly but before I knew it I was packed and ready to hit the road.   I was just released from a lockdown facility and had very little time in the way of freedom and I had to move quickly.   I had good communications with my support group helping guide my way free from the system.   It was an adventure leaving the US and more liberating than I had expected.    All of a sudden all of the built up forces working against me in LA were gone.  I had disappeared and was off the map and no one knew where in the world I was.   I was to use only cash and establish myself a bit before turning up and announcing my situation.   I would not have made it had I not been in constant communication with friends trying to get me in.  

The further I got from the toxic elements in Southern California the better I began to feel.  I was free of the system that has had some people working to incarcerate me or place me in a mental institution.   I arrived I my new hometown after several days travel.   I now live in a much smaller but still metropolitan city and I am renting a little house in a great neighborhood.  I promised to give everything I had even my life if I could bring justice.   So far its been a humbling life consuming mission that has yet to bring forth necessary change.   I'm certainly not going to stop now having endured these hardships.  Experiencing loss has left me focused and determined to continue with my life mission.