About The Author and This Site

Hi, if you are taking the time to read this, I am guessing you are wondering my qualifications for writing this series as well as how I came to write it. Most of how I came to see this plan, is in the series itself, but most likely as I write this some of those things will come out a well. I will try not to be redundant, and I will try to not bore you with my life's history, including only what are the most salient parts.

Before is was born, (I know this is not looking like a good start to keeping this short! But, I promise, this is important), my parent's, who both had difficult childhoods, sat down to discuss how they would discipline me; they mapped out a plan. My mom was an educator and my dad, a history major, they drew on their relative experience and world views, of what excellent would look like in terms of raising a child. I could go into an entire book about that, but for the sake of brevity, we will address what I think is seminal to my personality and world view.

My parents decided not to tell me "no" for the first 3 years of my life. They disciplined me to be sure, but they never told me "no". If something was dangerous, they would redirect me. I was not allowed to be rude or belligerent; if I was awful, they would remove me from a situation. You learn to behave quickly in public settings when your consequence for bad behavior, is to go home! They made up games to teach me manners. They praised good behavior, so I would know what good looks like, and that they could call me to it, if I was behaving in a manner that was not good. But I was never told "no".

Around the time my parent's started telling me "no", my mom and I made a trip to Chicago with my 2 best friends and their mom's. I had known these girls my whole short life and our parents had known each other before we were born. One friend's parents, not only did not tell their daughter "no", they spoiled her and gave her anything she wanted, sometimes before she knew she wanted it! Let's call her Susie. And they also did not discipline her, ever.

On the trip, we visited the toy store at Marshal Fields, and I fell in love with a pretty little French doll in a glass case. I found my mom and showed her the doll. As my mom was explaining to me, that we could not afford the doll, Susie and her mom, swooped in and bought one of the dolls, (thankfully not the one I wanted), but a similar doll none the less.

I LOST IT. Wailing and tearing of clothes on the ground. It was awful. My mother started laughing hysterically at me. I'm sobbing and beating my hands on the floor and my mom is laughing at me! Not getting my desired response, I became curious. "What is so funny?" I said in a defiant tone. My mother continued laughing, she's almost on the floor in tears at this point. "Why are you laughing mommy?" I said, much more concerned now. Now that I was calmed down. She said, "You know, that that behavior is the opposite of what you do to get what you want, so I found it funny." I thought about it for a minute. She was right. I knew I would never get the doll. But my mom is a genius, and she said, "I will tell you what, there's no way we can afford $40 plus tax, but you can earn the doll and buy her yourself!" Learning that lesson was the ultimate freedom. I could earn things I wanted! I did not have to be dependent on the whims of my parents. I named her Stephanie and cherished her more than any other toy I ever owned.

I am also dyslexic, so when school came along I struggled. The teacher made the mistake of telling my mom I was stupid, and could not learn to read. My father had been diagnosed as dyslexic in college, so she had some idea of what was happening. She taught me to read, and to strengthen the muscle, she made me read 100 books that summer. At first, it was daunting, but as I came to love reading, it became one of the greatest gifts/lessons she ever taught me. I have been an avid reader ever since.

Because I did not learn the way others did, school was very difficult for me. Plus, dyslexics solve problems differently; we see the world differently. My father thinks it is because we have to find a way to survive in school, but it could be just the way our brains are wired. And just like when one sense is impaired and the others make up for it, I believe the brain does that as well, and dyslexics tend to be really good with math.

In hindsight, I feel like I am sort of like those kittens raised in a room with only vertical lines. The kittens, after being in those rooms for a period of time, while their brains are developing, eventually could not see horizontal lines. I don't really understand the word "no". It has gotten me into trouble! But it makes me fiercely independent, and combined with the other lessons above, extremely self assured that if I do my research, I will come to the right conclusion. I do not blindly accept the word of others or the news. I have to question and learn and understand for myself.

In high school, I was so bored with the pace of learning, that I tended to just read the book at the outset of the semester, and then figure it out from there, sometimes correcting the teacher, or just skipping classes and taking the tests (which as a dyslexic, I am not good at, but I have a worse time going slow on any topic). One friend characterizes me as "a dog with a bone"; once I get on a topic, I am compelled to research until I have figured it out.

There is a lot in my life I have been compelled to figure out. Because I HATED school so much, I was compelled to figure out A) what students should really be learning, and B) the most efficient way to teach it. My frustration came partially from the fact that reading, writing and arithmetic are prerequisites for success, but not the skillsets of success. Which begged the question, what are they? So, I set out in high school to interview successful people to understand the skillsets of success and how they can be taught. That s a long story, but led to the creation of a series of non profit preschools started by my father, that I eventually ran and co-wrote the curriculum.

However, the lack of interest by other school systems, made me realize the educational system is broken. I am still involved in the schools, but I decided it would be better to make money, and then go fund educational programs, than to do it inside the broken system.

I have real estate in my blood, so that seemed like an interesting endeavor. I moved to New York City right after 911 and started selling and leasing commercial real estate. I got my CCIM, but still did not feel like I had enough of an education, so I applied to NYU and got my Master's in Real Estate Finance. I happened to graduate in May, 2008, and because of my CCIM, I was able to skip early classes and basically design my classes the last semester.

What I loved about NYU was that 90% of my teachers worked in real estate, and real estate finance. It was an excellent learning environment from people who had actually done everything they were teaching. One professor ran an underwriting company and I was able to intern for him at the company where he worked. What I saw, boggled my mind. They were underwriting properties on made up rents and rental escalations that had no basis in reality whatsoever. I was told that my "job was not to evaluate the loan, it was to get it underwritten".

They had to underwrite these things and package them up, in order to continue to make money hand over fist, all off of the unsuspecting general public. This did not sit well with me. I was appalled. I wish I had known then, what I know now, but at the time, I did not know how to profit off of the information, just that it was not good. I visited my parents that summer and explained to my dad what I was seeing. He immediately went to cash, and then bought back assets after the market corrected. He was seeing rifts in other areas too, but this information was writing on the wall.

Again, I became disillusioned, this time with the financial system. I realized it had massive problems that could not be fixed from inside the system. Worse, not only was no one interested in fixing it, they were willing to give up their morals to be close to it and profit from it. Not for me.

Shortly after leaving NYC, I had a health scare. The medical profession failed with a big fat F minus. So, I started researching ways to heal myself, thereafter I began helping other people, and eventually created my own wellness business. Insurance companies hire my company to help people get off of medications, primarily expensive ones. By the Grace of God, I have been able to work with amazing people to help themselves become well. But the medical system is horribly broken, and too few are given the help that they truly need to become healthy. Most get stuck in a medical system that is more about recurring revenue from sick patients than it is about actual health care.

Because of the above, I became skeptical of fiat money and our government, especially after 911. The more I learned, the more I knew it was all a show, and that evil forces were attempting to take over the United States from within. When Trump was elected, I found out about Q relatively early, and studied the drops, and more importantly, was able to discover excellent researchers and presenters who decoded the Q drops and brought them to life. I tried volunteering, getting involved in local elections and local groups, however, this just brought frustration and despair. We are infiltrated at every level of government, down to, and especially, our school boards.

In mid 2023, I started seeing visions of that same wall from the '08 crisis, but the writing was looking worse than the crash of 2008. And there did not appear to be just one wall, there were many! Then I started researching it, and was horrified to learn that it is worse than it appears on the surface.

This time we are heading into a crash of epic proportions. I go into the crash of 2008 a little in Part VII A - The Strictly Financial Case for Bitcoin, as well as the rest of the writing on the walls. Suffice to say, for now, this time there are not just problems in residential real estate, there are problems in commercial real estate, the stock market, the bond market, the car market, the whole banking industry by extrapolation, and the very hegemony of the dollar. This time will be different, it is a tsunami of debt, that not even the government can bail out. When you draw these things out to their logical conclusions, it paints a very scary picture.

So, I started looking for a safe haven. After about 6 months I had a working thesis, and 6 months later, I had an 8 part series on my studies. I hope this helps you, and I hope you will join the Patriots in winning this war of Digital 1776 in 2024.

The above does not encompass my entire CV, just the salient points (in my opinion), that make me qualified to write this and have confidence in my conclusions. I am welcome to feedback, and definitely objections, I just ask that they are objections based in fact and logic, not feeling or trust in your government and the dollar. I have no faith in either, and as you will learn, neither should you.

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