North Stoke Life

Part 2 I am writing this in the counting house that was closed for three seasons. The shutters are open. Outside, the cedar wind is moving again across the upper terraces, and for the first time in years I hear children calling in the old tongue as they cross the square.   You came when the silver had almost stopped. The central halls had grown quiet in a different way - not the silence of people who preferred not to speak, but the silence of people who no longer expected anyone to answer. Most of us had already decided the lower terraces belonged to whoever filled them. We took what was still issued, kept the doors barred, and told ourselves the ships would eventually slow. They did not.   You did not arrive with banners. You walked the outer roads first, the ones the remaining clans had stopped maintaining. You spoke to the dock workers and the terrace keepers in the languages they already used, and then you spoke to us in the one we had almost stopped teaching our...

Part 1 On the high plateaus of Vael’thara the wind still carries the scent of the old cedar forests, though fewer of us walk among them now. I write this from a settlement that was once a market town and is now a place people pass through quickly, if they can. The elders who remain call it by its proper name; the newer arrivals have begun calling it something else, shorter and harder in the mouth. We were not conquered. No fleet darkened the sky. No army broke the outer gates. The ships simply kept coming, year after year, and the people who stepped from them were not interested in the old songs or the old laws. Many of them said, plainly enough among themselves, that the plateau folk were soft, that their temples were empty, that their young had stopped having children and preferred the comfort of the silver stipends the central halls still issued every month. They were not wrong about the last part. For two generations the native clans had grown fewer. The numbers were kept in the ol...

Abolish 100% of taxation. Because in the end: ALL TAX COMES OUT OF RENT. What is this rent? It is the common fund. Or the abundance God keeps telling us he provides, that we persistently ignore. Presently this rent is collected indirectly through taxation, which is highly destructive to the nation of Israel. The production of this abundance of wealth, out of your work, is brutally taxed so that a certain lucky constituency gets the 'helping hand' of temptation.  So what?  Well, like I say, it's an incredibly destructive method. Delivering enormous dead weight losses at the root of: bankruptcy, unemployment, recession, war. In the end this 'lucky' constituency also suffers through its own death. We have broken the covenant we promised to keep. It's a negative sum game - we take a huge opportunity, through this covenant, and waste it. But if all tax were abolished and we abided by the covenant, the rent would be collected directly into the covenant fund, because t...

For generations, our political system has been locked in a destructive cycle of generational and ideological warfare. On one side, property owners accuse the broader population of voting for endless public spending funded by other people's taxes. On the other side, an entire generation of renters and young professionals feel locked out of the economic and democratic fabric of the nation, watching the housing ladder pull further out of reach while their income is heavily taxed. But what if we could completely rewire the democratic incentive loop and the housing market simultaneously, without tearing down a single historic pillar of Westminster? Imagine a simple, voluntary evolutionary shift: the introduction of a parallel, asset-backed voting option. The core rule is elegant and unyielding: one vote per person maximum, but you can choose to activate your single vote via a registered land title . If your name is on the land registry title—whether you own the freehold outright or ...

This is a hard write because I'm an English person and I'm calling out my own people for their decadence and that hurts me.  But are they really "my own people" if they continue being decadent, endangering the nation. If Britain survives should they be allowed to remain? Decadence means: a falling away from a prior peak of excellence, characterized by moral decline, cultural decay, or excessive self-indulgence . The point is that it's not the invasion of primitive cultures that is at the root of the nations problems. It is that decadent British people have allowed it to happen. For victory, the remedy must be reconciliation. Between who though? The people who truly love Britain  Decadent British people  Here is how to do it: Beyond the Popular Front: Reconciliation The indigenous decadent are native British people who have allowed themselves to be weakened, by whatever it is they're dependent on. Usually that is the bags of silver every month. This...