I had similar experience. Purchased some land. Refused “title insurance” by crossing that paragraph out of the contract. As a (former) lawyer, I know that title insurance is a fraud, a scam. Well, when we didn'[t have title insurance, the title company (another fraud situation) would not “close” the deal, so the real estate broker had to hire a lawyer to close.

OK. no prob. I can deal with lawyers, usually better than title company clerks.

On closing day, we show up to do the deal. Buyer and seller and small town lawyer. I’m totally new in this small town community. after everyone signed the papers, Big boss man lawyer going to make copies, but first stating: “I’ll just take your drivers licenses to make photocopies and then return.”

Seller acts as pavlov dog. Reaches without question for wallet, hands over plastic permission slip from the authorities (driver license).

Buyer (me) acts as stunned dog. What?! Thinking about the contract. Big boss lawyer looks at me. “I need your driver license” he says. “No thank you, I say.”

“WHAT do you mean by ‘no thank you’??” Big Boss Man Lawyer couldn’t believe I said no thank you.

“It’s not in my contract.”

” If you wanted me to produce a specific document for this deal, you should have put that into the contract. It’s not there… if you believe that I agreed to provide a driving license to get this land, then show me the language in the contract that requires me to do so. Thank you.”

With steam jets streaming from both ears, due, I suppose, to all the heat the big red face was generating in the Big Boss Man Lawyer head, he left with only one driving license to copy. I stay quietly seated with half-smirk, but full amusement.

The Seller got her license back from Big Boss Man Lawyer, then proceeded out to the community to tell the tale of the little old lady who said ‘No Thank You’ to the Big Boss Man Lawyer.

Moral of the story: know your contracts. And, take a stand. Stand up for righteousness and stand down to corruption. Don’t do what the babylon system says to do. Why would you?

Believe it or not, I have done that in real life. I mean, ask those “in authority” for ID. And I can tell you what, that’s a great way to really piss someone off, but you can poke ’em in the eye with a big stick too….;-)

Very perceptive comment. Someone’s thinking on their feet!

I have advised Jon and others that our imaginations are ultimately guided by the astral plane which contains everything and anything. In a sense we are “pre-programmed biological units”. However here’s where the “cut” lies.

We have absolute freedom of “choice”. We absolutely have free will and it is from this perspective, Jon, I think, refers to “individuality”. Yes, we are going to be influenced (even though, idealistically, not) but on OUR TERMS and NOT theirs.

Do you follow me?

Yesterday was an unusual day, sort of a crescendo of the emotions of leaving the convent for my new house, beyond the railroad tracks, on the far edge of town, the last one on the sewer line.

So I was instructed precisely by ‘the little french girl’ (my wife) to meet her at her car in a town thirty minutes away for our excursion into the big city to sign the title documents and all the other legal particles to be organized and arranged in harmony in the real estate universe.

The little french girl drove. The drive was pensive with the TLFG occasionally looking at me with those wonderful green eyes of hers, hesitating for a moment and saying “You behave!”

DunDUn Dunnn..we arrive at the lawyer’s office; we decided to use the sellers lawyer rather than get an other one; thought it would be cheaper in a sort of a twisted version of “kill two birds with one stone”
I didn’t save anything in this, it still cost me 1500 mickey roonies. So I’m a bit upset about that…just a bit. Slightly, a modicum.

I digress…

We are now sitting down in front of a big lawyer’s desk, in front of a big lawyer; the usual introductions…”Nice weather we’re having…yes!…new house for you guys…wow, yeah!”
And then the lawyer says “Can I see some indentification..please”
My wife, the little french girl, flashes out her wallet like a switch blade and says “Yes!”
…I on the other hand looked doe-faced at the lawyer and said “I didn’t bring my identification, does it matter?
And why do I need identification to purchase a house, it’s an object, lIke a pair of pants. Who else would pay this money for the house.”
Smarty pants says, “You have to prove who you are, otherwise you could be someone else, posing as Michael Burns.”, nah…I turn to TLFG and say “Who am I Schoolgirl.” its my nickname for TLFG, she so precious.
Schoolgirl says, “Your Michael Burns, buts she needs proof…did’nt I talk to you in the car on the way here.”

The lawyer pipes in saving the moment, and says “It’s ok for now, but you will have to send me a copies of your I. D. in order for the documents to become legal, ok… it’s the law.”
The TLFG and I reply in unison ok…thanks! Like we just received the communion wafer from the priest.

As she is just about to start the proceedings, I say “Can I see some identification please!” She says “What!” the schoolgirl kicks me in the shin, I bump my head on the desk grabbing my shin, with bother hands. Then the scrivener frowns gives me a look like you say; as if I open my shirt and exposed a few sticks of dynamite.

Immediately a negative vortex is starting to form about inch in front of the lawyers bindi…I am definitely feeling negativity now. This big round lawyer, drops her head slightly an glares from the top of her eyeballs…she says “Well-those-diplomas-on-the-wall prove who I am!”

I turn to the diplomas look and smile and turn and say (as I turn my shin away from TLFG) ” You can buy those on the Internet, for $19.99, maybe there fake, how do I know you are who you say you are, maybe you kidnapped the real lawyer, and they are bound and gagged in that closet over there!” She says “Why would I do that?”, I said “Precisely, why would I do that?.”

The vortex has its own mass now, the time space continuum is warping, I’m sure I can hear the Rod Sterling twilight theme music.

She huffs, and turns her desk chair around and reaches down and grabs a big purse…I mean a big purse. Her cars pack in it.
I grab my ears and get ready to duck. She stares straight into my eyes and reaches into the basement of the purse, and brings out a wallet about half the size of the desk, and snaps out her driver license and birth certificate from a myriad of other plastic credit cards and some such things and spins them out in front of me like the ace and king of spades…she bares her teeth.
I look into her eyes, trying to avoid the fully formed vortex and say with a twangy Irish accent “Why Thank-you.”

The little french girl giggles.

The point is, individuality is thwarted at every intersection by the designate priests of power.

I get the feeling you have encountered some extremely insane or evil (for lack of a better term) individuals in your life who did not want you to survive, or survive well, or grow, or expand, or get better, who had counter-intention to you in these ways…whether they were acting as an individual with you or were using groups to accomplish their counter-intention. Because groups per se are not inherently bad, they aren’t anything other than 2 or more individuals banded together with some common purpose. A group isn’t a live being. It’s a defining term. It’s not even an object like a car etc.

Fortunately the MAJORITY of individuals DO wish the survival of others including their own. (Can’t say the survival of ALL others since anyone then would be free to do any heinous act they wished and no one could impede or stop their survival to do such things). Only a MINORITY of individuals are insane and have evil intentions and do not want others to survive. They can influence others to agree with them.
I think a lot of your articles come down to ‘people shouldn’t be sheeple’. True. People shouldn’t neglect or avoid being responsible for themselves and their own actions. True. People shouldn’t assign or allow others to be responsible for them so much (which then allows for a thing called ‘blame’). True.

I do know that, since the beginning of humanity, the individual is of limited use and has limited power. Individuals die quickly – relative to history. Organizations last longer and accumulate power from their individual members. This began with families, extended families and tribes. These communities continue to exist today, although many corporations prefer individuals – because individuals buy more junk than they can use, and don’t share. Communities need less, communities that cooperate buy less, and they share. What could be more logical? Individual power is useless when you die – and we all die with houses full of unused junk. Perhaps the power of the individual can only be measured by the amount of useless junk they leave behind.