Two brothers witness the legal name fraud

The following first hand account was provided by one of the witnesses to the legal name fraud. This experience initiated around 8:45 PM Friday January 30^th 2015 and concluded the following Monday ( For Arrest Audio). The conceptual location of this experience can be described as a legal delusion known as

Halifax Nova Scotia.

From a building’s second story these two brothers observed several cops checking out a vehicle of which the brothers were familiar. The two witnesses wished to educate the cops as to the legal name fraud in respect to a vehicle having no VIN or legal fiction plates. Both brothers/witnesses were subsequently threatened with arrest for declining to be liars regarding a legal name. Afterwards, both brothers were arrested for simply telling the truth (multiple times) to the cops: we have no legal names and are unwilling to commit legal name fraud.

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So here I am sitting in an interrogation room for not giving a legal name (which does not belong to me). I am sitting with hands cuffed behind my back, my head tilted down, eyes closed, breathing, listening, and feeling the Now moment. I overhear the cops going through my phone and lying about how they arrested me. Sure enough the cop comes into the room and asks if I will go to the court date if he makes one. I said, “sure. But how you going to do that?” He replied, “I fill out some paperwork, and you sign it.” I said, “do you see what I mean, I can’t do that.” He got angry, shut the door, and continued to file more paperwork making it harder than it has to be for him. Time passed and I stayed in my NOW just listening and breathing. I heard them take my brother from the other interrogation room to get his fingerprints. He asked the cop, “what if I refuse to get them done?” The cop replied, “ I will force you to.” My brother replied back to him, “what goes around comes around.”

Minutes later it was my turn to get fingerprinted. After hearing the cop saying he will force them out of my brother, I decided to allow them to get my prints. Downstairs to the fingerprint room and mugshot room I went. This was not my first time here and not my first time getting prints and mugshots. I went through the same process in 2011. As my fingers roll over the print scanner the message appears: “No Match”. This makes me think how strange that my prints did not match up with those taken from me in 2011. Of course they wont match. I am a “no namer”. Standing in truth reaps amazing benefits.

So off to the booking area to be frisked and patted down (again) and assigned a cell to me and my brother the living beings. While I was being frisked and patted down the cop thought he would pull off the “I’m a nice guy” act. I saw right through his bullshit. He was just happy to finally be finished with us “no namers”. He felt the weight being lifted of dealing with two brothers committed to standing in truth. He must have felt that he could express himself differently now. Well, here he goes saying we have different beliefs and trying to comprehend how I could live without the legal name. I got typical freeman gimme, gimme questions like, “What if you won forty million in the lottery? ” Of course my answer, “I don’t need it and I would not do it anyways.” His reply, “Wow. Really?” So his next question, “What about a house…how do you live in a house?” My reply was simple, “I cant without the legal name.” As far as I could tell up to this point the cop had no interest in learning about the legal name fraud so I gave him simple short answers and gave him all he needed to hear. They hand me a blanket, a bottled water, and a power bar. Yummy, yummy.

Off through the hallways to the cell I go. Oh look, cell #11…how interesting! It’s directly beside cell #10 where my brother is. I thought to myself us “no namers” are going to be stuck together. Of course we are too strong a force to be separated. First thing I do is talk to my brother about the whole situation and he is right on board. We are laughing together at the insanity of the system, about being kidnapped and harassed. And, of course, how being a “no namer” rocks. Of course we made sure we were loud enough for everyone around to listen in and learn from us. The second thing I do in the cell is wrap the blanket around me like a cocoon, cross legs, and close eyes. Off I go to examine the situation. Dealing with arising emotions and letting go any fear. As I am sitting there I hear another person coming to the cell beside me in #12. He gets locked away and a few minutes later asks why I am there. I gave him a straight up answer and talked about losing the name. His reply was, “that’s fucked up” and he never talked afterwords. I am guessing I blew up a few of his delusions. Off to sleep I went and the time is about 4 AM. I slept the whole day and woke up once for the bail hearing and judge.

So the officer opens up the cell and says we need to do the bail hearing. He drags me off to a room with a phone, dials the judge, and the hearing starts. Now this is my first time dealing with a judge and I nailed it. The judge says, “state your names for the record”. First the judge, then the officer (like a good slave) fraudulently claim legal names. Then it is my turn. I say, “That name is not mine to give. It is crown copyright material and claiming a legal name would cause me to commit fraud.” The judge stops for a second and asks the cop, “Can you prove this is “Brandon Newman?” The cop replies, “Well the arresting officer says it is.” To my surprise the judge replies, “When is the court date for the crown? I have NO JURISTICTION.” I smiled with a big grin and the cop told the judge the date and ended the call. So back to the holding cell I went. My brother was next. Sitting there again with legs crossed, breathing, and patiently waiting for my bro to get back and tell me his bail hearing story. Here he comes down the hall back to his cell with a smile on his face. I asked, “How did that go…what did the judge say?” To my surprise the judge exposed even more. Brother told me, “the judge said she cant get jurisdiction unless I consent to the name.” That set the rest of the day off very nicely. Back to sleep I went.

I wake up to the officer telling us, “off to jail you go.” Fuck, I was just getting comfortable. So I went and stood by the rest of the guys going to jail in a nice line up. Back to the booking office to sign out our possessions. Here we go again. The officer was reading off legal names to come up and sign their stuff out and everyone obeying until me and my brother’s turn. We both decline to sign for anything. Of course the cops are laughing so I make sure I turn that smile upside down fairly quickly by expressing to them, “You kidnapped me, harassed me, assaulted me, and you’re stealing those possessions. You can have it all guys.” So no more smiles from them and off to the back of the truck I go. While sitting there waiting to leave, I notice the officer bringing the possessions (for which I did not sign) with him. How interesting I thought. A few minutes into the ride the other guys asked how the no name stuff works. We explained a little bit (just the right amount to get them looking for themselves).

A ten minute ride in the back of a cold truck and we finally arrive at the correctional facility. Here we go again with the name procedures these clowns gotta go through. The moment I am off the truck, “What’s your name?” Tired of answering I replied, “Don’t got one to give.” The guard kinda smiled and thought I was being a funny guy. I had to sit down on a metal detector, go through another metal detector to make it to the holding cells, then was assigned a cell in the general population. So my brother and I once again are together but this time in the same holding cell until they get us another cell. While sitting there talking to my brother and breathing, a nurse knocks on the door and once again asks for a fucking name. At this point in time I am getting frustrated at telling them and thinking don’t these fucking people communicate with each other? So I told the nurse I have no name to give which is why I have been kidnapped and put here. She told me to let the guard know if I were to require medical assistance. Another guard comes in and asks, “ do you want a cell together?” I replied, “ Of course, sounds fun.” It took me a minute to realize that we were the ones deciding on where we want to be and the guard had to ask. So off to the booking desk and more questions and paper. I answered a few questions and others I let slide. He asked if I was a Canadian citizen. Obviously I had to answer with “No.” He looked at me, smiled, and said “okaaayy” then asked if I wanted to sign it and I said no.

So off to the strip search room I go to switch into the awesome Orange jumpsuit that I wish I could have taken home. While being stripped search I remembered previous experiences from the emerald table and thought I would be nice and get it over with. So I ripped my clothes off quickly and did a few spins, a few stretches, and I was not touched once by the guard. On went my jumpsuit. Out of the strip search room and back into the hallway. I was handed a treat bag with some snacks and a bag of goodies like a rubber pencil, a spork, a cup, and a blanket. Off I went to the cell with my brother. A little speech from the guard on the way there telling us both that when the inmates ask for a name (and what we are in for) that we should tell them the truth. I replied to the guard, “I always tell the truth. It’s you guys that are trying to get me to lie by being a legal name owned by someone else. Plus I got all kinds of legal name fraud info to teach these inmates.” He shut up and we went along to Wing #5 and into cell #5.

All the guys locked up in their cells were yelling, “What you in for? Whats your name?” the moment we entered the wing. I ignored them until we got into a cell. So after getting comfy the guards came in and started handing out meals. To my surprise it was a pretty awesome meal: lasagna, potatoes and some other stuff. I don’t eat meat so handed my meal off to the guy in the cell next to us in #6. My brother and I realized that was the smartest move because as time went by we noticed cell #6 happened to contain the loudest mouth, seemed to control the other inmates pretty well, and was a buddy to the guards. Almost forgot to mention they put wristband Ids on us. The moment we got to the cell we both took them off. Later on in the day the guy in cell six asked our names and why we were there. Being honest we let him know he can call us anything and told him about the legal name fraud. He seemed pretty interested but that moment passes fairly quickly.

The highlight of the day was me talking to one of the inmates saying he needed a piece of the sprinkler to light a cigarette, of course me thinking, yea whatever more brownie points plus it looks easy to get off. I attempted to take it off and did not do so well, whole thing came off and the sprinkler started spraying everywhere. I realized it was a prank, but I also realized that waters of truth were being sprayed in cell 5 where two “no namers” were. So minutes later the sprinkler finally turns off and everything is soaked except me and my brother holding a blanket up to block the water from soaking us. The guard came in, cleaned it up, took pictures of us, and the day went on. Little did the guards know that while that was happening another inmate took his sprinkler piece off but his water did not spray because the water was shutdown. Maintenance came to our cell with two girl guard. They asked us to go sit at the table outside our cell while he fixed the sprinkler. So we walked out sat down and the guard asked, “where is your wristband?” I replied, “in the cell.” She said, “You have to wear them.” I replied, “I am not going to wear it. You are trying to get me to be someone I am not.” She thought she was tough and said you will gain a level. I replied, “what do you mean?” She replied, “you won’t be able to leave your cell at all.” I said, “I don’t care. I’m only here until Monday.” She has a smirk on and the other guard dealing with maintenance yelled, “put your fucking wristband on” and of course me calmly saying’ “no.”

On we went back into the cell. The sprinkler was all fixed up and the water would be turned back on any minute for the guards to realize that another sprinkler will start spraying requiring them to clean up another cell. Rinse and repeat. Minutes later the sprinkler went off in cell 4 (4 quadrants of the heart) but this time it was different. The guards did not show back up for at least 15 minutes. The entire wing is flooded and water is starting to seep into everyone’s cell. Now we got the entire wing being flooded with the waters of truth. Fucking mission accomplished!

Later in the day, realizing the the guards were not bringing us back blankets or giving us a bedroll, I thought that it was going to be a long night. With nothing much to do other than cross those legs, close the eyes and breathe, my brother and I sat on a concrete slab meditating. Every time the guards did their rounds they could see us with a smile on and eyes closed. No fear. Throughout the whole night probably about 4 in the morning we started to feel restless because we just wanted to lay down on something softer than concrete or the metal bunk. We lay down on the cold slab trying to get some rest. It did not work so well. About six or seven in the morning the same girl guard that told us to put the wrist band on, exclaimed to us, “you have no blankets?” My brother replied, “No. We asked a couple times but they never came back so we stopped asking.” She replied, “That’s fucking retarded. I’ll see what I can do.” About twenty minutes later some blankets came to us, then about ten minutes later some bedrolls came by. Off to sleep for the rest of the day.

Strange things happened that day while we were sleeping. The alarm went off about four times (most of them being sprinkler related), we overheard a guard saying there was a riot, and another guard said one wing had water almost up to his knees, I put a smile on and thought yup, karma is a bitch, and holding two “no namers” hostage is the worst of the worst.

The final day and one more sleep before court. About 3-4 in the afternoon we finally woke up because they turned on the bright cell lights. There was something interesting about this day. I was full of energy and there was no room for fear or any sort of emotion that may attempt to take over. The more I went over my story the more I felt good. Speaking to my brother and expressing my happiness and excitement about the story started getting him more excited as well. It also turned out to be “Super Bowl Sunday” and the other inmates were very excited to watch the game. I was more excited to check out half time and see what anagogics will play out for me. I also decided to start writing little tips and pointers about losing the name for the next people that may end up in the cell. So after the game I decided to do a little more breathing to kill some time and maybe exert some of this excess energy. We spent most of the night talking about losing the name and our own experience and how tomorrow is going to be great.

At about three or four in the morning I finally fell asleep only to wake up about seven in the morning with our cell door open a crack and my energy levels dramatically reduced. While I sat there waiting for breakfast, today’s energy’s changed and so did breakfast. Instead of the eggs, fruit, and ham they provided yesterday, we received a bag with an apple, muffin, and a juice box.. First thing that came to my mind was that they had to provide good meals as long as “no namers” were there and as soon as we leave so does the good food. Finally, a guard comes to go through the procedures before court and the first thing he asks, “ What are your names?”. Of course I say, “ I got no name to give you. This is why you kidnapped us and held us hostage.” His reply “We held you hostage eh? Where is your wristband ?” I replied, “In the cell because its not us and I’m not wearing something that tries to identify me.” He seemed pretty upset. It seems as though he is not agreeable with those that don’t comply with his orders. So we started walking out the wing and down the halls and the guard said, “So where do you guys want to be when you get back from court?” I said, “We won’t be back.” He smiles as if he truly believes we will be coming back.

The energies were low today and it felt as every shot the system took at me wore me down just enough to get that ego kicking. Then they put me in the strip search room again. However, this time they brought in my bag of clothes. I thought instantly about Michael McClain’s experience and it got me thinking about the day he got out of jail and they provided him his clothes. So on go my clothes. On the way back out the strip search room they wrapped those chains around my feet, put on handcuffs, and out to the cold truck I go to be transported to the court house.

On the way to the court house it just so happened that the guy next to us (in one of the truck cells) was a guy my brother knew. So we were talking about the legal name fraud and he was really interested. The guy also mentioned how we were supposed to be at the court house at 8:00am but it is now about 10:00am. I was thinking it’s probably because they don’t have a clue as to what to do with us. So the truck finally gets to the court house and we sat in the truck for at least another fifteen minutes before they let us out. So here I am walking into the backdoor of the courthouse in chains. The room was full of sheriffs with at least six of them (if not more) roaming around and greeting us with, “What’s your name?” Of course same reply and same answer. However, this time a girl cop behind me yelled, “Tell us your fucking name or you wont be going to court today.” I replied, “I thought you guys knew my name…” but this time I put a little more emotion into it because the the girl cop had such a strong charge on her words. Then I started saying, “If you already know who I am then why kidnap me and hold me hostage…?” Then I get cut off by another sheriff saying, “Okay, lets calm down.” but he did not look me in my eyes and was looking at the girl cop when he said it. So they proceeded with another pat down, metal scan, and off to another holding cell I go.

A few minutes later my brother came into the same holding cell again and through the entire experience we were together. So at this point I’m pretty tired due to sleep deprivation as well as the constant questions and threats, etc. I started to get that feeling of lets get the fuck outta here. To me that thought can be dangerous so I started breathing again and went over the experience and at this point I declared within myself I have done enough. I have educated others and I know who I am. I will tell the judge the same thing but if I have to sign something to get out today, I will. Now this is my first experience like this as well as first time in a court house so I also had a bit of underlying fear of the unknown and many other things started popping up so I kept breathing to keep most of it under control. Sure enough, about fifteen minutes sitting in the cell and a guy in a business suit comes into the cell with some paper and declares, “The judge is going to release you on conditions.” He also said, “ I don’t know why you’re even here.” Then, my brother and I explained the crimes committed against us for simply being honest about the legal name fraud. The suited man played stupid but I felt something very unique in this individual. He had a glow in his eyes and a smile that felt real and I instantly thought this is the guy that gets us out and makes it easy. This is the supporting actor in our movie and we talked to him with big smiles and when he said he did not understand we told him, “You will get it, there is something about you.” He walked away with a smile.

He turned out to be the “Legalese” that I turned down numerous times by stating, “I only need myself thanks.” This guy never asked if he could represent me. He just started to do so without asking. This was because we were not agreeing to be the name so someone had to take over the LEGAL NAME and represent IT because I was not going to do it. I was there to state the truth and tell the judge the name is not me but if I gotta sign to leave then I will. Sure enough another fifteen minutes went by and another attorney came down and would not even look us in the eyes. She looked at the paper the whole time and asked where we lived. I replied, “Everywhere. I have no fixed address.” She said okay and left. Then the other attorney I was speaking to earlier showed back up to ask where we lived. He named off the address my brother gave the cops when we got arrested. I told him to use that if it works for you, and off he went.

So about half an hour later two sheriffs came and took my brother to the court room with the judge. Five minutes later he came back down and they took me to the court room. On the way to the court room (in the elevator) I kept a close eye on the two sheriffs and I saw them laughing and smiling. They noticed me looking at them and said “It’s something on our radio.” I thought nothing of it until after my court appearance. So off the elevator and up the stairs. I noticed the cop that kidnapped us and he smiled at me. Into the courtroom I go. They shut the door behind me and not a single soul gave me eye contact. To my surprise, instead of going through the “bar”, they kept me on the outside on a small sitting bench up against the same wall as the door. I sat there was if I was “The Witness” watching a movie about a lawyer and a judge talk about a name and act as if I was not even there. They never asked a question of me. They never even looked at me. I could hardly hear the lawyer I spoke to earlier and judge talking about the legal name the prosecutor only spoke once, court room only had a max of eight people which included me and the two sheriffs. A few minutes of them speaking The judge said the legal name read a few charges and the lawyer flipped some pages and replied back to the charges and then the sheriff told me to stand up and they walked me out of the court room. I was thinking wait a minute I don’t get to talk to the judge and stand in my truth? This was a supreme court hearing and I dont remember seeing any mics recording the hearing, and never heard them state there names for the record. I smiled the whole way back to the holding cell. That’s when I figured out why the sheriffs were laughing. They just had to bring me into the court room and play out a scene just so they did not have to deal with me standing in truth and to get me to believe it was real. Their ploy backfired. Now I see these court rooms and legal jurisfictions as even more of a joke. Back to the holding cell I went.

My brother and I talked about how very strange and fraudulent that entire court hearing was. In the court, brother was treated the exact same way and was equally a witness to the fraud. Next, they took us from the holding cell into another room in the back area to sign a piece of paper. I explained to the girl the legal name fraud and asked her what happens if I don’t sign it. She said refusal to sign the paper would result in us being taken back to the holding cell until the next court date. I then proceeded to sign it with some illegible squiggles. On the way out of the court house the effects which the cops stole (and threatened would be discarded) were waiting to go home with us. So out the court house we went, a smile on my face, victorious, and so much more.

So me and my bro were already finished and outside, thinking of someone to call to pick us up, just to find out we had a drive waiting for us. My father and his girlfriend were told about the court date and they were going to show up and watch, but the scheduled time of our court appearance, that they were told , was a lie, because they showed up early to watch us in court but we were already out and on the street calling on our phones for a drive.

It was the drive home with two family members who are still programmed beings that finally made me crack and emotions started to take over which . It was the first time in 9months or more that I could not keep my ego in check, anyways the more important part of the drive home was hearing that both my father and his girlfriend took the time to listen to kate of gaia and the first thing I said to them was “ see this was all meant to be” . I was very upset with the questions and attempts to change who I am while driving home, I just went silent and when they dropped me off I opened the door and walked away, finally got home to see the beauty and magnificence of what I have done in only one weekend.

It is all about the time you take with yourself to reflect on the story you just witnessed, that really brings the power you have to light. To be able to go over the entire story with neutral eyes and see the system for what it really is, and to see my entire world change again. I now have friends who believe the fraud, and family members who would not even take the time to think about it, now looking at it and listening to Kate of Gaia. Me and my bros experience opened up the eyes we love around us, I can only imagine what was done on a full consciousness level. Talk about being a kick ass movie star eh 🙂