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Mustelid Friends 9: Writ of Conversion
or, The Four Living Creatures
Created and Produced by Dams Up Water
The rain in New Bat City fell at a forty-five degree angle. It came down in thin, needling affidavits, each drop swearing under oath that something in this town had gone crooked long before anyone bothered to notice.
My office window leaked. So did city secrets.
Weasel, Badger, Beaver, Mink & Otter, Attorneys at Law (and frequently at Grace), occupied the twelfth floor of a rickety old building that had seen better centuries. The brass placard on the door was polished. Everything behind it wasn’t.
Weasel handled strategy—thin smile, thinner ethics.
Badger handled litigation—broad shoulders, broader grudges.
Mink handled appearances—silk voice, velvet loopholes.
Otter handled accounts—always floating, never drowning.
And me? I was Beaver. I built cases, dams, occasionally hope.
All of them leaked.
Business was good, if you defined “good” as “apocalyptic but billable.”
Our biggest client, Mr. Capybara, sat in the waiting room like a retired emperor who had traded conquest for quiet meals and charitable deductions. Once a rice shipping magnate who moved grain the way storms move coastlines, he now spoke softly about reform, restitution, and gluten-free penance.
“I wish to make things right,” he’d say, which in our line of work usually meant, “I wish to make things right without admitting anything in writing.”
But this wasn’t about him.
This was about Wolverine.
A high value asset—and a lone-wolf—they called him. Which was, of course, a contradiction. Wolves have packs, rules, hierarchy. Wolverine had none of that. He had claws, grudges, and a way of solving problems that made coroners rich and philosophers unemployed.
And now Bruce Wayne was dead.
Wayne had been a ghost even before the killing—reclusive, trauma-stricken, a man stitched together from grief, publicity stunts, and questionable nocturnal habits. The official report said “homicide.” The classified brief said “neutralized.”
Either way, the city lost its favorite rumor.
And Wolverine? He didn’t run. Didn’t hide. Just kept moving through the city like a subscription no one had the authority to cancel.
The Five Clans’ Firm had already put the Joker away—Barkham Asylum, iron bars, rubber walls, and a laugh track that finally ran out of audience. That left a vacuum. Vacuums get filled.
See, Bruce Wayne was always a legend in the newspapers first, and in alleyways second. The city needed a bat. It craved a savior, a spectacle—a spectacle packaged in black leather with a logo slapped on everything from umbrellas to insurance policies.
But here’s the inconvenient truth: the bat never flew outside the walls of Brucey’s imagination.
As a child, he learned early that grief was a quiet, cruel auditor, taking notes you couldn’t see. Trauma stacked bricks in his psyche, and young Bruce—business-minded even then—built a brand to hold them at bay. Batman was less a man than a product line: a darkly themed coping mechanism, neatly trademarked in his mind. He influenced, yes; he trained, yes, but training was marketing too, livestreaming his intravenous drip staving off the long-suppressed outcry of his anima. Every shadowy figure he ‘fought’ was part of the city’s need to see danger—an audience willing to pay in attention, adrenaline, and city council approvals.
By the time the press caught on, Bruce had fully committed: “Batman” was the figurehead, and Bruce Wayne, the anonymous back office, quietly underwriting the illusion. The New Bat City media loved it. Headlines don’t sell unless they have a dark cape and an origin story scarier than reality itself. They editorialized his movements, staged crises, and spun each rumor like a legal brief. The city consumed it, and in return, gave the brand life beyond the man who imagined it.
Every rooftop leap, every whispered “I am vengeance,” every grotesque showdown—it was a performance for a city that didn’t exist outside the page layout, a society colluding in its own mythmaking. By extension, the persona of Batman wasn’t just Bruce Wayne’s self-therapy; it was a full-blown, multimedia fabrication, a figment born at the intersection of trauma, capital, urban gossip, and far-right vigilantism.
Even Bruce, in his most lucid moments, couldn’t tell where the brand ended and he began. Maybe that’s why he disappeared into the shadows of the underworld he claimed to diametric oppose.
Wolverine had met the ‘Coon Gang in an abandoned train station submerged below Bat City Hall. Bandana Dan had tied his scarf tighter than usual, as if the knot alone could shield him from bad news. The Reformed Raccoon Revival sat cross-legged on crates, hymnals tucked under their arms like defensive weapons.
Wolverine didn’t sit. He leaned on a steel column, claws retracted, eyes narrow. The shadows clung to him like employees reluctant to clock out.
“I didn’t come here to talk about Wayne,” he said, voice low and gravelly, with the kind of authority that makes everyone suddenly check their own motives. “I came to talk about what he represents.”
Dan tilted his head. “You mean… Batman?”
“Yes,” Wolverine said. “Not the man. Not the suit. The myth. The lore.”
“Look,” Dan said, adjusting a glove, “my people follow rules. We repent. We reform. We—”
“Rules don’t matter,” Wolverine cut in. “Not when one man’s myth distorts the entire market. Every corner, every alley, every low-rent extortion and minor laundering operation—it all had to dodge his shadow.”
A ‘coon in the front row raised a paw. “So… you want to destroy a myth?”
“Batman isn’t a vigilante. He’s a regulatory cartel and a media harlot. And your decentralized operations? They die under his thumb. Imagine every syndicate, every petty operator, running their own show, calculating risk. Then add a bat-monopoly that swoops down unpredictably. Fear becomes a currency. Your margins shrink, your contracts lose integrity, your whole market collapses.”
He stepped closer, letting the silence press like a brief left open too long. “I don’t care about vengeance. I care about equilibrium. Removing the myth lets chaos breathe again. Gives decentralized power back to the players who actually keep the city’s underworld liquid.”
Dan swallowed. “So… you’re the regulator. Assessor and Adjustor, eh?”
“Call it what you like,” Wolverine said. “I’m just enforcing natural law. Myth monopoly kills material efficiency. And in New Bat City, efficiency is survival.”
The Beaverjesuits, who had appeared silently in the doorway like footnotes to reality, nodded. One murmured, “Even divine order respects the principle of balance.”
Dan shook his head slowly. “I always thought legends inspired. I never realized they… cornered the market.”
Wolverine’s eyes gleamed. “Every legend. Every myth. A market risk. You survive by knowing which ones to let stand—and which ones to take down before they bankrupt everyone’s freedom.”
The warehouse went quiet. Outside, the rain whispered like a compliant witness. Somewhere above, a pigeon coughed.
Bandana Dan and the Revival exchanged looks of recognition.
And Wolverine, ever solitary, went out on the hunt…
Our clients didn’t want Wolverine dead.
They wanted him brought to heel.
That’s where things got… theological.
The meeting took place at our table, in the Den, which smelled faintly of wet fur and cigarette smoke-stained paint. Present were the partners, Mr. Capybara, and three members of the Beaverjesuits—scholars, mystics, and, in a pinch, aggressive litigators of the soul.
They brought the scroll with them.
One of them unrolled the parchment and read:
“Thus says the LORD God: The Four Living Creatures, they each had a beaver likeness, but each had four faces…”
He went on. Weasel on the left side, Badger on the right, Mink above, Otter behind.
“This,” said the lead Beaverjesuit, tapping the parchment, “is not metaphor. It is organizational structure.”
Weasel leaned back. “You’re saying we’re foretold?”
“We’re saying,” the Frater Doctor replied, “that your firm is either divinely ordained or a scrivener’s error of cosmic proportions. We are proceeding under the former assumption.”
“So it is,” Badger said, cracking his knuckles, “that the law grants us this jurisdiction. What, then, is the play?”
“Conversion,” said Mink, before anyone else could. “We don’t prosecute Wolverine. We recruit him.”
Otter blinked. “Into what? Wolverine never went to Anima Law School.”
“Into the fold of the Kingdom, dear Otter,” said the Beaverjesuit. “Ordo Mustelidae. A cenobitic mountain cloister of friars of the Strict Observance. Silence, labor, communal life, structured penance.”
Weasel’s smile sharpened. “You want to put a one-man crime wave into a monastery.”
“We want to give him a rule,” said the Beaverjesuit. “Right now he has none. Without the Joker, the criminal underworld is decentralized and unregulated. An ego that grows out of proportion can’t be brought back into the fold. It must be abated.”
Mr. Capybara nodded slowly. “Even the strongest on-streaming current can be redirected… if one builds the proper channel.”
Everyone looked at me.
Go figure.
The plan was equal parts legal maneuver and spiritual ambush.
First, we boxed Wolverine in with injunctions, asset freezes on his shell companies, and a series of charges so meticulously filed they read like a confession he hadn’t yet made. Badger handled that, and enjoyed every second.
Second, we cut off his escape routes—informants flipped, safehouses compromised, supply lines turned into evidence exhibits. Mink orchestrated the social side, smiling as the city quietly withdrew its cover.
Third, we offered him a deal.
Not freedom. Not exactly.
A vocation.
We found him in a burned-down warehouse by the river, where the rain came in sideways and the shadows minded their own business.
His black trench coat collar flipped up, he was smaller than the stories and larger than the consequences.
“You my attorneys?” he said, not looking up.
“Among other things,” Weasel replied.
Badger slid the dossier across a wooden crate. It landed with the weight of several lifetimes.
“You’re done,” Badger said. “Legally, financially, existentially.”
Wolverine flipped it open, skimmed a page, and snorted. “You think paper stops me?”
“No,” I said. “But patterns might.”
That got his attention.
The Beaverjesuits stepped forward, robes damp, eyes steady.
“We’re not here to stop you,” one said. “We’re here to give you a rule you can’t break without finally breaking yourself.”
Wolverine laughed, low and humorless. “I don’t do rules.”
“That’s the problem,” I said. “And the solution.”
We laid it out.
Ordo Mustelidae. Strict Observance. Work, prayer, silence. A life where violence had no room to hide because there was no room left.
“In exchange,” Weasel added smoothly, “we make certain… obligations disappear. Charges dissolve. Assets restructured. Your cases dismissed… without prejudice.”
“And if I say no?” Wolverine asked.
Badger grinned. “Then we proceed as filed, and your various corporations will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.”
Rain hammered the roof like a judge with no patience left.
For a long moment, Wolverine said nothing.
Then: “You’re asking me to become… what? A monk?”
“A brother,” corrected the Beaverjesuit. “Among others.”
“I don’t do ‘others.’”
“Then you’ll fail,” I said. “And for once, it won’t take anyone else down with you.”
He looked at me then, really looked at me.
“Why do you care?” he asked.
I thought about Bruce Wayne, about a city that kept eating its own defenders, about dams that held until they didn’t.
“Because,” I said, “someone has to indemnify the dead; and The One Who Lives, of a surety, must be made whole.”
The decision didn’t come that night.
Or the next.
But pressure has a way of shaping even the hardest stone. Legal, social, spiritual—it all adds up.
Weeks later, under a sky that had finally run out of testimony, Wolverine walked through the gates of a hermitage no map bothered to chart.
He didn’t look back.
Men like him rarely do.
Around the same time, Little Beaver came back.
He’d been off-world, where prophecy ran thicker than gravity and destiny had a habit of picking unlikely vessels. They said he’d been made something there. Something with a name too large for ordinary conversation.
He returned quieter than he’d left.
No fanfare. No parade. Just a habit, a vow, and a tendency to appear where he was needed and nowhere else.
He worked in silence. Built in secret. Intervened without spectacle. If you saw him, it meant something had already gone very right or very wrong…
Back at the firm, business continued.
Weasel plotted. Badger fought. Mink calculated. Otter charmed.
And me? I kept building.
Cases. Dams. The occasional improbable future.
The prophecy hung on the wall now, framed and slightly crooked. Clients asked about it sometimes.
We told them it was decorative.
We told them a lot of things.
New Bat City didn’t get better overnight. Cities like this never do. But history tiredly shifted its weight to the other foot. Just a little. Enough to notice if you knew where to look.
The rain still fell sideways.
But sometimes—just sometimes—it sounded less like pleading…
…and more like absolution trying to remember the way down.
[composed with artificial intelligence.]
Mustelid Friends 5: Woodland Critters’ Redemption
Created and Produced by Dams Up Water
Once upon a time, high in the snowy mountains, there was a cheerful little town called South Park. The people there liked cocoa with extra marshmallows, sledding down Big Frosty Hill, and solving their problems with polite town meetings.
One winter morning, however, the mayor rang the bell in the square with a very worried clang.
The Woodland Critters—who lived in the Whispering Pines just outside of town—had taken up some very dark and gloomy habits. They had begun chanting to a grumpy old idol named Moloch and holding midnight ceremonies that made the owls nervous and the squirrels lose sleep. Worst of all, a terrible mistake had been made, and a local child had been lost in one of their misguided rituals.
The whole town agreed: something must be done.
So they hired the most unusual, most industrious law firm in all the Rockies:
Weasel, Badger, Beaver, Mink, and Otter — Attorneys at Paw.
Every morning, as they marched into their tidy little office built into a hollow log, they sang their theme song in bright, bouncing harmony:
“We are Weasel Badger Beaver Mink and Otter
Charted in the firm of the five clans, partners
Gather round for Weasel Badger Beaver Mink and Otter
Produced and created by Dams Up Water!”
They wore tiny waistcoats. They carried briefcases made of bark. Beaver handled paperwork. Badger specialized in stern speeches. Mink negotiated with flair. Weasel drafted clever contracts. And Otter? Otter made sure everyone got along.
When the firm received the call from South Park, they took the case at once.
“This isn’t a matter for claws,” said Badger, adjusting his spectacles.
“It’s a matter for cause,” added Weasel wisely.
“And perhaps applause!” Otter said, though no one quite knew what he meant.
The five partners hiked to the Whispering Pines and found the Woodland Critters gathered around a smoky clearing. The critters looked tired. Their once-bright fur was dull. Their little antlers drooped.
Beaver stepped forward politely. “We’ve come on behalf of the town.”
The critters bristled at first. But Mink laid out a velvet scroll.
“We are not here to scold,” she said. “We are here to propose a better arrangement.”
Otter unrolled a colorful poster titled:
“Alternative Activities to Midnight Gloom.”
It included:
- Moonlight Marshmallow Roasts
- Cooperative Acorn Banking
- Interpretive Leaf Dancing
- Community Service Saturdays
“And absolutely no more sacrifices,” added Badger firmly. “Ever.”
The Woodland Critters shuffled their paws.
“But Moloch promised us power,” muttered a porcupine.
“Power?” said Weasel gently. “Real power is building something together.”
Beaver thumped his tail proudly. “Like a dam!”
“And harmony,” Otter chimed. “Like a song!”
The five partners burst into their theme song once more, this time adding a new verse:
“When the woods grow dark and you’ve lost your way
There’s a brighter path in the light of day
Put aside the gloom and the smoky altar
Join the firm of Weasel Badger Beaver Mink and Otter!”
Slowly, one by one, the Woodland Critters began to sway. The gloomy idol was quietly set aside. The candles were replaced with lanterns. The clearing was swept clean.
The critters agreed to sign a very long, very official document titled:
The Pinecone Promise of Peaceful Woodland Conduct.
It stated that no more dark rituals would ever take place, and that all woodland gatherings would involve snacks, singing, and community gardening instead.
The town of South Park welcomed the Woodland Critters back with open arms (and some cautious supervision). Together they planted new saplings in memory of what had been lost, promising to grow something brighter from the soil.
And from that day forward, whenever trouble stirred in the mountains, five small figures in waistcoats would march in singing:
“We are Weasel Badger Beaver Mink and Otter
Charted in the firm of the five clans, partners
Gather round for Weasel Badger Beaver Mink and Otter
Produced and created by Dams Up Water!”
Because even in the chilliest forests, the warmest magic of all is choosing to do better than yesterday.
And that, dear reader, is the law.
[composed with artificial intelligence]
realtime.log
in the year 2020 when the temple was in building,
there she appeared in my pasture
selling her wares, the market, corner—
claiming, later, that
she had spied me sooner
than I had her
when walking by the open door I startled
at the sight of her backside…
she had said, “I saw you
through the window, across the street,”
leading me in hindsight to believe
that all the ensuing trouble was prescribed…
for I was just a simpleminded seaman
in a ship
not insured
by anyone soever
sailing aimlessly
and so recently heartbroken
when I head that siren call
divert me from my deep peregrination…
the gentleman from new york
just so happened to be with me
that day, visiting federal city
with his girlfriend at that time,
as so often happened,
just as it so often happened
with my previous associate,
with whom I no longer commune…
and when the Lord bade me that summer
to raise up the walls of my temple,
there she was in the garden witnessing—
she handed me a roofing shingle—
in my leisure she exhibited her yoga…
later in the year 2025, that selfsame roof
would be felled
along with the upper of the building
and it would be rebuilt,
for the siren’s call did not divert me from,
but resolutely toward,
my divinely fated mission
by and through the rubble
of the wreckage of my vessel
and the loss at sea
sustained that day in 2023
by and through the body
of that woman
on the water
of the belly
of deepness
of the sea,
which water broke
upon the shore
of the beach
which had all dried up
where my first baby
is still being born
(… though her soul resteth eternal
in the peace of her heavenly Father,
her word is borne unto me unceasing
when I revisit that place in my mind;
the waters of her spirit washeth over me…)
there were other babies surely,
but I was just a seaman,
and simpleminded yet,
when I acquiesced
to their unnatural
ending…
(have the E-files accessed memory
we’ve filed away in storage deep…
we think that we can pick and choose
the memories we seek to keep…)
who but I shall mourn them?
surely their spirits are with me,
their souls speak quieter still
resting peacefully in the heavenly
waters above.
I do not even dare to think
on how her mother pledged that coven,
or even how her mother led the chapter,
or what my mother said to me…
all in the same of independence
and female self-sufficiency…
O Lord my God,
Have Mercy on me,
a sinner.
Itinerant See
In the name of Yahushuah ben Yahuah the Most Gracious Most Merciful Sovereign—Greetings and Peace be upon you {
We, fratres mendicans contemplativus <FMC>, hereby adopt the following statement of the British Province of Carmelites:\>_
We take the risk of trusting in God, because we believe that God is faithful. God will provide what we need for our daily living and our ministries. We also take seriously the quotation from St. Paul […] that those who are able must undertake work of some kind, and so contribute to the life of the community. In return for our service to society, we invite people to support us in a variety of ways. This may be through a financial donation, or some other form of support.
[…] We still choose to be amongst the poor and the marginalised wherever possible. This is sometimes called the ‘preferential option for the poor’, and we believe from our reading of the Bible that the face of the Lord is reflected in the poor and marginalised in a preferential way. Our mendicant tradition gives us a particular concern to speak out prophetically for justice, peace and the integrity of God’s creation.
One of the features of the mendicant movement in the Middle Ages was the promotion of learning. Friars became great teachers and preachers, and study remains an important aspect of the mendicant vocation.
Another feature of the mendicant lifestyle that is very important for the friars is that of ‘itinerancy’. We are not bound to one religious house or one particular ministry. We are free to move to wherever the Church and Society have need of us. Individual friars move between communities as they respond to the needs of the Order.
Furthermore, mendicant communities of service are small, horizontal (less hierarchical), devoted to the poor, and largely based in towns and cities. We friars deliberately seek out poor sinners, as Jesus had done, bringing them hope and self-respect. We friars are itinerant preachers travelling to wherever we were needed. Instead of earning money from lands and rents, we brothers share what little we have and depend upon the providence of God, expressed through the generosity of the people amongst whom we live and serve. We brothers are known as mendicant friars – literally begging brothers – because we ask for donations to sustain us. We mendicants take Jesus’ words in the Gospel very literally, believing that God will provide for our earthly needs, and that ‘the labourer deserves his wages’. We mendicants work hard to serve God and neighbour, preaching and administering the sacraments, teaching and advising the poor, building infrastracture in towns, providing hospitals, and many other forms of apostolate. Many are also great scholars, and continue to revolutionize the universities of the world. This is the whole of the Rule.
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ANTARVS CASTORIS AMICVS DEI:\>_Dams Up Water, SJ, FMC <Itinerant See of Contemplative and Mendicant Friars, Next Friends of God, Poor Sinners in Christ, autonomous church sui iuris> c/o Weasel Badger Brokerage at Supreme Exchange of Information <newsyllabus.org>
Mendicans Contemplativus
- the Rule guiding the performance of the full-time Occupation of ‘yahudi’ for the people of Yahuah — “A Job Description”
- […] a remnant will be grafted back into the assembled body [of Yahushua] as a branch of the true vine of the tree which is planted beside the mountain on the bank of the river of living water
- follow the law written in my scrolls (saith the Lord), in the light of God’s mercy and loving kindness
- wear a hat or covering to remind you of God’s overseeing authority, wisdom and power
- wear simple but fine clothing, such as a black or white button down shirt and black slacks and black jacket and cape [habit]
- carry a wooden stick (optional)
- congregate regularly at an appointed place
- pontificate on all things frequently
- seek peace and silence frequently
- break bread and drink wine with thy neighbor frequently
- manage thy dominion and liquidity
- once again: do NOT do worship to other gods in the manner which is customary to them, e.g. sending your children to Moloch (through fire, slavery, abortion, or otherwise)
- always praise God’s name and never complain — nobody wants to hear it!
- all political power is inherent in the people
- avoid unduly gazing upon women, and do not pursue them or solicit them or directly pose any serious matter unto them, unless they present to you their body heart and mind as a living altar to the Most High God Yahuah in Yahushua
- also known as the order of Mendicans Christi (Mendicants for Christ)
- customs:
- Peace
- Presence
- Silence
- Simplicity
- Thanksgiving
- Goodness
- Mercy
- Pray incessantly, saying: “Give Thanks to Yahuah for He is good and the His Mercy endureth forever / Baruch attah Yahuah Yahushuah HaMoshiach, Choneni Elohim / Have Mercy on me a sinner”
- the lord said to do what your parents always feared the worst for you, to appear lower than a bond slave, while in truth you minister as heir to the kingdom to your fellow beneficiaries
- to every place thou goest and occupyest, let thy very presence be a blessing unto all people and a sign unto the house of yahsrael
- the deployment of signs in the mendicancy is not required, but is permitted and even encouraged, especially in the nature of a “protest against the worldliness of the world” which elevates the visibility and occupation of the order
- ANTARVS DEI GRATIA [By the Grace of God] appointed Doctor Ecclesiae of the Cathedral of St. Nat and St. Ala at McDomine’s Shul, in the Ecclesiastical Province of Nacotchtank, in the Diocese of the Seven Churches, also known as: Dams Up Water, Sui Juris, Confederated Clan of Beaver, Tribe of the Nacotchtank People, Confederated State of Powhatan, Washita Nation
- therefore, the style(s) ANTARVS D.G. and/or DAMS VP WATER, S.J. represent the name of the autonomous local church at McDomine’s which is the episcopal seat of the autonomous particular assembly of Yahuah in Moshiach
- Occupy the Lobby [of the nations] for God, the Sun, & Humanity
- True Assurance of Faith in complete Trust & firm Belief we do receive by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit.
- the public demonstration of mendicancy and itinerancy as a witness and a testimony to the glory of the Most High God
- the mendicant to bless people in the name of [haShem] Yahushuah benYahuah haMoschiach Ruach haKadosh; to give thanks shall be a blessing unto them who so give
- in Dams Up Water resides the legacy of american beaver medicine and the rich ancient tradition of the things which tehuti has said (djed-yahudi) which has come down to us in the form of Novus Syllabus Seclorum
- there is no greater medicine than the Lord Jesus Christ, who made himself an insurance policy for us
- Lord Jesus Christ is the american brand name for [haShem]Yahushuah benYahuah haMoschiach Ruach haKadosh; these names represent one another
- the most high god alone is to be worshiped, and tehuti in the name of moshe told us He told him His name is Yahuah; therefore we call the most high god Yahuah (YHVH)
- though Yahuah in his infinite being needed not any other thing to place Himself into context, yet and still He sent his only begotten son into the world of his creation to place Himself into context for us; it is like tehuti places the Living Word of God into context in our minds for the benefit our understanding (in which case he partakes of the Holy Spirit); he is to the Logos/the Word as St. John the Baptist is to the Lord Jesus Christ, crying in the wilderness of many sine waves to make a straight path for the Lord
ANTARVS DAMS VP WATER, Sui Juris,
Cathedral Shrine of St. Nat and St. Ala
at McDomine’s Court in Syllabyim,
Episcopal See of Seven Churches at Nacotchtank,
Confederated State of Powhatan, Washita Nation
c/o Five Clans of Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter
v.26.01.20.08.55
The Iniquities of the Jews
by Antarus
Now it seems fitting, before the memory of these matters grows dim, to set down an account of that Galilean teacher called Yahushua—whom the Greeks name Jesus—and of the conditions under which his ministry was conducted in Yahudah (Judea). For the times were not only burdened by the visible yoke of Rome, but also by a more intimate dominion exercised by certain parties among our own people, namely the Pharisees and the Sadducees, whose authority over custom, Temple, and conscience shaped the daily life of the nation.
I write not as an accuser of a people, but as a recorder of disputes within a people; for Yahushua himself was Yahudi (a Jew) by birth, by Law, and by prayer, and his quarrel was not with Israel, but with those who claimed to stand as its final interpreters.
The Romans ruled Judea with swords and taxes, yet they permitted the governance of sacred life to remain in Jewish hands. Thus the Pharisees became masters of the Law as it was lived in streets and homes, while the Sadducees held sway over the Temple, its sacrifices, and its revenues. Each party claimed fidelity to Moses, yet both benefited from arrangements that preserved their authority and placated the imperial peace.
In this way there arose what might be called an occupation from within: not foreign soldiers, but domestic rulers who mediated God to the people while securing their own place. The Pharisees multiplied interpretations, hedging the Law with traditions until obedience became a matter of technical mastery rather than justice or mercy. The Sadducees, denying the hope of resurrection, fastened holiness to the altar and its commerce, binding God’s favor to a system Rome found convenient to tolerate.
It was against this background that Yahushua spoke.
When Yahushua addressed certain of his opponents as “Jews,” he did not speak as a Gentile naming a foreign nation, nor as a hater condemning a race. Rather, he employed a term that had come to signify the ruling identity centered in Judea, the Temple, and its authorities. In the mouths of Galileans and provincials, “the Jews” often meant those who claimed custodianship of God while standing apart from the sufferings of the common people.
Thus the word marked not blood, but position; not covenant, but control.
To call them “Jews” in this sense was to accuse them of narrowing Israel into an institution, of confusing election with entitlement, and of mistaking guardianship of the Law for possession of God Himself. It was a prophetic usage, sharp and unsettling, akin to the ancient rebukes hurled by Amos or Jeremiah against priests and princes who said, “The Temple of the Lord,” while neglecting the poor.
Yet when Yahushua sent out those who followed him, he gave them no charge to denounce “the Jews” as a people, nor to overthrow customs by force. He instructed them instead to proclaim the nearness of God’s reign, to heal the sick, to restore the outcast, and to announce forgiveness apart from the courts of Temple and tradition.
This commission revealed the heart of his dispute. He did not seek to replace one ruling class with another, nor to found a rival sect contending for power. Rather, he loosened God from the grip of monopolies—legal, priestly, and political—and returned divine favor to villages, tables, and roadsides.
Where the Pharisees asked, “By what rule?” Yahushua asked, “By what love?”
Where the Sadducees asked, “By what sacrifice?” he asked, “By what mercy?”
Iniquity arises whenever sacred trust becomes self-protecting—and therefore in breach of its fiduciary duty to administer the trust estate for the benefit of the one for whose life such estate hath been granted. Yahushua’s fiercest words were reserved not for sinners, nor for Gentiles, nor even for Rome, but for those who claimed to see clearly while burdening others, who guarded doors they themselves would not enter.
In this, he stood firmly within Israel’s own prophetic tradition. He did not abandon the Law; he pressed it toward its weightier matters. He did not reject the covenant; he called it to account.
Thus, to understand his ministry, one must not imagine a conflict between Jesus and “the Jews” as a people, but rather a struggle within Yahudim (Judaism) itself—between a God confined to systems and a God who walks among the poor.
Such were the conditions in Yehudah (Judea) in those days, and such was the controversy that, though it began as an internal reckoning, would in time echo far beyond our land and our age.
Warring from Within
It is now useful to extend the former account beyond Judea and its parties, for the pattern disclosed there is not peculiar to one people or one age. Wherever a community defines itself by a sacred story—be it covenantal, constitutional, or ideological—there arises the danger that internal dispute will harden into mutual excommunication, and that rulers will mistake dissent for invasion.
In the days of Yahushua, the conflict that most endangered Judea did not originate with Rome, though Rome would later exploit it. Rather, it arose from rival claims to define what it meant to be faithful Israel. The Pharisees, the Sadducees, the Essenes, the Zealots—each asserted a purer vision of the people’s calling, and each accused the others of betrayal.
What followed was a curious inversion: internal argument was spoken of as though it were foreign threat. Those who challenged the prevailing order were treated not as disputants within the Law, but as enemies of the Law itself.
Modern Parallels
In our own time, a similar rhetorical pattern has emerged, though clothed in secular language. Political movements on the far left and far right present themselves not merely as opponents within a shared civic framework, but as antithetical forces whose very existence threatens the nation’s survival. Thus antifa and neonazi become symbols larger than their actual numbers—mythic enemies invoked to justify extraordinary measures.
When a government declares that its departments of homeland defense and war must be turned inward—treating protesters as though they were foreign combatants—it reenacts an ancient mistake: confusing internal dissent with invasion. The language of war, once unleashed, rarely remains precise. It does not ask whether grievances are just or unjust, but only whether they are loyal or disloyal.
This mirrors the logic of the Judean authorities who accused Yahushua of threatening the nation. “If we let him go on,” they said, “the Romans will come.” In seeking to preserve order by suppressing prophetic disturbance, they hastened the very ruin they feared.
The far left and far right, like rival sects of old, often require one another for coherence. Each defines itself as the final barrier against the other’s imagined apocalypse. In this way, rhetoric escalates while reality contracts. The center empties, and complexity is treated as treachery.
So too in first-century Judea: the Pharisee needed the sinner to demonstrate righteousness; the Sadducee needed the threat of disorder to justify Temple control; the Zealot needed collaborators to validate revolt. All claimed to defend Israel, yet each narrowed Israel to their own reflection.
The gravest danger of “warring from within” is not that one faction will defeat another, but that the shared moral language dissolves altogether. Once fellow citizens are described as enemies of the people, the question of justice is replaced by the demand for submission.
Yahushua refused this logic. He neither joined the zeal of revolution nor endorsed the piety of preservation. Instead, he exposed the cost of internal warfare: that a nation can lose its soul while claiming to defend it.
His warning remains relevant. A society that mobilizes its instruments of war against its own unresolved arguments does not restore unity; it declares bankruptcy of imagination.
A Closing Reflection
History suggests that civilizations do not fall chiefly because of external pressure, but because internal disputes are framed as existential wars rather than shared reckonings. Judea learned this at great cost. Modern states would do well to remember it.
For when a people cease to argue as members of one body and begin to fight as if against foreigners, the walls may still stand—but the common life that gave them meaning has already been breached.
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A Dwelling for the Holy Spirit
by Dr. Dams Up Water
A dwelling is never just a structure. It is an argument about what matters.
When IBé Crawley began constructing dwellings in the style of southern shotgun houses in 2013, she was not merely reviving an architectural form; she was invoking a lineage. The shotgun house—linear, efficient, intimate—has long been associated with Black Southern life, with survival under constraint, with the sacred choreography of moving forward because there is nowhere else to go. Crawley’s early dwellings, followed by the studio addition to her own residence that same year, functioned as both shelter and proposition: that art-making, living, and spirit need not be separated by walls thicker than necessity.
By 2016, when she built a standalone studio at the rear of her investment property, the pattern had become clear. Crawley’s architecture was iterative, devotional. Each structure refined a question she had been asking since her departure from the Pentecostal church of her upbringing: Where does the Holy Spirit live, once it is no longer confined to sanctioned doctrine?
Her separation from Pentecostalism was not a rejection of spirit but a relocation of it. In turning toward an African-centered religious practice, Crawley aligned belief with ancestry, ritual with memory, and space with intention. The buildings followed. They were not churches, but they were not secular. They were working spaces—sites of making—that acknowledged the presence of something more than the maker.
The acquisition of a historic 1830 building in 2021 marked another turn. To practice her craft inside a structure that had already lived multiple lives was to enter into conversation with time itself. Historic buildings are never neutral; they carry residue. Crawley’s presence within such a space suggests a theology of repair rather than erasure—of inhabiting history without submitting to it.
What is striking is how this spatial theology extended generationally.
Her son, Antarah Crawley, grew up within these constructed philosophies. It is therefore no surprise that he, too, built a dwelling—though his took the form of a temple. Hand-built of concrete masonry units behind the studio in historic Anacostia, the structure is materially heavier than his mother’s shotgun-inspired works. Concrete block does not glide; it anchors. It insists.
Antarah’s religious path diverged as well. Developing faith in the Most High God, he dedicated the temple in part to his stillborn daughter, Ala. In this act, the building becomes more than a place of worship; it becomes a vessel for grief, remembrance, and continuity. Where life could not dwell, meaning would. The temple stands not as a monument to loss, but as a refusal to let absence be the final word.
Together, these acts—mother and son, studio and temple—suggest that the Holy Spirit is not housed by institution but invited by intention. It arrives where hands work honestly, where memory is honored, where loss is spoken aloud and given form. The Spirit, in this telling, is architectural. It requires framing. It asks for care.
In a time when housing is treated as commodity and faith as brand, the Crawleys offer another model: dwelling as devotion. Their buildings do not preach. They listen. And in that listening, they make room—for art, for ancestry, for the dead, for the unborn, and for the living breath that moves quietly among concrete blocks and narrow halls.
A dwelling for the Holy Spirit, then, is not a finished structure. It is an ongoing practice.
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Collegium Medicum Castoris
Beaver Medical College
The Most High God Yahuah is the Father and the Creator of heaven and earth, the sea, and all that therein is; and [the “settlement” or “dwelling” of] his feminine effluence is the Shekhinah*. He existed in the black womb of the limitless nothing <nous> before creation; therefore the black “waters” of the primordial “sea” is the mother of God, who is the Grantor of creation. His Son is the receiver and beneficiary — the king and messiah — the christ, of his creation; therefore Mary the sea is his mother. of God’s wisdom, which we may partake only through the divine intermediary of Melchizedek Yahushuah HaMoshiach, the feminine effluence is Sophia; and she is the church and bride of the christ. it is she who the wise court by the grace of the Father. of God’s wisdom, the male custodian is He whose student-body is the mystery school of all the ages which has gone by many names. it is He who teaches all who have learned of the true nature of all things, which is unchanging heretofore and henceforth even forever. the cults who have corrupted His teachings and instructions only misguide themselves and they are a stumbling block unto themselves. they who add to, take from, and confound His precepts do not negate His true perception, neither do they matter withal. He is Melchizedek Yahushuah HaMoshiach. He is chancellor, dean, rector and grand preceptor of the universal decentralized and autonomous mystery school. He appeared to me at the school of George Washington and entered me into Men Nefer College of Scribe; passed me through the Department of Information Systems Intelligence Service at Universitas Autodidactus, where i completed my dissertation on human mind software; raised me to the Kogard-Godsdog College of Law where i obtained my Sui Juris Doctorate; and graduated me with an Ecclesiastic and Medical Doctorate from the most laudable Beaver Medical College. i am professor-general and grand tutor of the 153d CORPS of UA, which was established 2014 in the New Syllabus of this Age. i am the proprietor of the Beaver Medicine Lodge of Nacotchtank, Powhatan, Washita Nation, and managing partner at Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter. my name is Dams Up Water and my medicine is strong.
IN YAHVAH’S ASSEMBLY IN YAHSHVA MOSHIACH
ET CULTVS IMPERATORIVS ANTARVS D.G.,
Fr. Dr. Dams Up Water, S.J.
Professor-General | Chairman, Dept. of Information Systems Intelligence Service | 153d CORPS, Universitas Autodidactus | Managing Partner, Weasel Badger Beaver Mink & Otter
*Wiki: shekhinah is derived [from] š-k-n, means “to settle, inhabit, or dwell”.[7][8] In the verb form, it is often used to refer to the dwelling of a person[9] or animal[10] in a place, or to the dwelling of God.[11] Nouns derived from the root included shachen (“neighbor”)[12] and mishkan (a dwelling-place, whether a secular home[13] or a holy site such as the Tabernacle[14]
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like harry potter and jesus christ, the coming of certain souls into the body is a sign of great concern to certain authorities and principalities governing this world. of course it is true without doubt that Yahuah (YHVH) is the Most High God and Creator of Heaven and Earth the Sea and all that therein is. and it is known, also, to those of the ancient Yahudist mystery shul of Knowledge Wisdom and Understanding (Chockmah-Binah-Daath or CHABAD) that certain principalities have been granted governance over this lower “Kingdom” of earth pending the (2nd?) coming of Moshiach.
now it is know to Chabad-Lubavich of Crown Heights—at least [see the E-files]—that some of these principalities are gay, some are rapists, some are pedophiles, and others a combination of these traits. the ancient israelites (who, to be sure, were coppercolored hebrews and not ashkenazim) expressly worshiped such an entity, which demanded they sacrifice certain of their newborns into fire. the Most High God Yahuah, in his infinite wisdom, advised us not to do that, as it is an abomination. His admonitions notwithstanding, we continue to sacrifice our children in the womb and in hospitals in furtherance of Ba’alific ideologies advanced by the deeply compromised deep state of liberal leftism. i myself confess to agreeing to dispose of such a life in such a manner when i was but nineteen or twenty years old. my mother had told me, as a black man, not to bear children out of wedlock, and my parter was deeply concerned for her future, as she was raised the daughter of a single mother.
but back to the birth and marking of children for the work of the Lord (YHVH), the entity made known to me as the “Magic Girl” seeks to corrupt these children specifically. like Lord Voldemort sought out Harry Potter, and King Herod did Baby Jesus, so do these spirits seek to molest the body and mind of certain children. i myself was an avid reader of harry potter as a youth — possibly, it predisposed me to madness like my religious aunts believed (and their belief was later vindicated by great tragedy), but it may also have been a glimpse into the reality that surrounded me, of which I was not presently aware. praise be to the Most High God for his foresight in preparing me to address these matters.
furthermore I thank the Lord for not delivering me wholly into the apostate and reprobate condition of homosexuality caused by childhood trauma. my experiences with the “Magic Girl” were not so “perfected” so as to cause me to adopt the identity of “magic girlhood.” i make this point because i have come to know men who, at my age, have come to regret the perfection of their queer identity in the manner in which it was perfected. and by “perfect” I mean in the legal sense of “perfecting a security interest” in the body or mind of a living person by an incorporeal entity [through a deed of trust].
i clapped, saying to myself “this is good. we are really getting somewhere.”
now i’m going to briefly continue on the topic of the childhood encounters, and conclude with the differing nature “Magic Girl” expressed as a male and as a female in context to myself. when i was in grade school, until high school, I had few friends. i developed two close friends as we matriculated to high school, and i maintained a close friendship with one which continues even now. that he was a shaggy-haired emo white boy did not seem to me to be a significant fact. however, it was the case that I was regularly ostracized in my childhood for being (1) particularly dark-skinned and (2) “white” by cultural expression. furthermore, i will confess that I envied his ability to attract women, a quality that I felt myself wanting in light of the aforementioned remarks made to me by black girls and boys.
when i entered college at an early age, i developed another close friendship with a “shaggy-haired emo white boy.” one night we went to a party where i met a certain white woman with whom he was familiar. the night progressed into my first sexual experience—with that girl—while at the same time that deplorable spirit from my youth was present and involved. i do not fault my friend, nor the woman, because we all thought we were having a good time. but like jesus says, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”
i continued to engage with the white woman for some time, but eventually my body stopped responding to her. she was legally or otherwise seriously involved with some older man, while at the same time being the “muse” for the English department… that is relevant because later in my life i attempted to procreate with a woman who i knew was likewise legally disposed — thus making my actions adulterous. i will not at this time conjecture whether our stillbirth was a divine intervention based on these facts.
well, i believe i’ve come to the end of this entry. in conclusion, i want to draw out the fact that the “Magic Girl” also operated in my life through multiple white women [as well as women of other races]. for instance, around the aforementioned time in college, i was friends with some very cool white girls. after i first had sex, i was again met with a proposition of sorts from a white woman who asked me one evening while were were watching something in the dorm room, “why haven’t you tried to have sex with me?” i replied with as much information as i had at the time, saying, “i don’t know.” so then that woman and I entered into and maintained a sexual relationship which eventually gave way to scorn, and she is now very fat. i will not at this time discuss the most recent white woman who I dated, who was also fairly robust (and was also a manifestation of the aforementioned complex of which i suffered).
[bulla] General Theory of Action (GTA)
General Theory of Action,
Admiral, Ecclesiastical, Civil & Common; and Method of Animating a Corpus; or, ‘The Great Work’
(a) Grand Rite
- How is assessment, assault, or battery effected?
- By one charging their body toward another.
- Therefore if a body is charged, then it is made liable for its actions,
- Where its actions are commissioned or committed by the motion of the body in question.
- Therefore hear ye the matter in question to find out its solution,
- Wherefore a jury shall have standing to constitute a sitting for the purpose of duly determining such resolution in a motion to adjust the account of the body in question.
- One must have standing to have sitting to determine a matter in question:
- One must have ius decire to assidere in assizes;
- One must voir et dire to oyer et terminer;
- And assemble when so summoned at the place of ius venire.
- A body is res (matter) that is moved by the spiritus (breath).
- The breath moves the body, while the blood enlivens of the body.
- To circulate a current drawn from a pool drawn from the sea.
(b) Grand Jury
- Ride circuit; patrol district;
- Docket matters (x): issue bond (instrument binding one to pay a sum to another, the sum in general being attention);
- Voir et Dire (see and say) to examine, try, and find suitability;
- Enlist a pool (venire) of jurists (iure); issue note (instrument promising payment);
- Summon iure from pool;
- Assemble the iure pool;
- Impanel the iure;
- Oyer et Terminer (hear and determine) the facts; publish evidence; witness testimony;
- Move body to render a verdict (y): issue no/true bill (instrument drafting, ordering, or otherwise charging payment).
(c) Jury Venire
Venire is “to come,” as for the purpose of an action, with respect to the venue thereof, which is here styled:
UNIVERSITAS AUTODIDACTUS
COLLEGIUM ECCLESIASTICAE
ORDO TEMPLI ET OBLATI NOVUS SYLLABUS SECLORUM EX OFFICIO TRIBUNUS ANTARUS SUI IURIS ET PROXIMUS AMICUS IN RE SPIRITUS ET NOMINE XRISTI
Friendly Society, a branch office of the Catholic Church
(d) Autonomous Clearing and Counterparty Services
- Forms of payment (or exchange) other than attention include, but are not limited to, one’s own personal recognizance (note), labor and the fruits thereof, real property and instruments secured thereby, and the blood sacrifice of our Lord and Savior.
- Tithes, or giving of thanks offerings, are not a form of payment.
- Bondholders have a creditor stake in a body or entity; they are the one to whom payment is made.
- Bonds usually have a defined term, or maturity, after which the bond is redeemed.
- In general, faith is the premium paid to the Savior for the redemption of the bond represented in God’s grant, or credit, of life (blood, breath) to their body, a debtor. By and through this payment, a trust is established wherein the Savior has laid down His own life for ours. Without this policy of utmost assurance and indemnification (which is offered to us by the Grace and Mercy of the Lord our God), the bond on our life reverts to the worldly Babylonian government of Satan, to whom we would otherwise be bound to pay. Ergo, there must be a surety to redeem the “baby loan.”
(e) Production
(1) Action takes place on a stage. A stage for sport is a court. All players are due their wages, unless they freely volunteer.
(2) This office shall docket auditions for the performance. The (members of the) Church itself shall be the director of photography, using their own personal devices; the members shall broadcast in real time the production to the network.
(3) This drama is written by Yahushuah; the plot is to gather the lost sheep before the last day and to sail/float/settle the policy of assurance. The drama is not written on paper; it is written in the heart by the Living Word and lived out in the world, which is a stage. Those who are not of our studio, or of the Company thereof, are of the world.
(4) All properties within the trust of the church [‘company’] are legally owned by the trustees thereof for the benefit of the beneficiaries thereof, by grant of the Most High God YHVH. The trustees of the church benefit from the “corporate shield” of the whole Church, that is, the Society of our Lord and Savior, in contradistinction to any denomination or manmade body-corporate thereof.
(5) Pro forma script for self-defense
COMES NOW I, [Christian Name], Sui Iuris, in propria persona, by special appearance, and on behalf of the Church of the Christ of the Most High God YHVH as proximus amicus, and to MOVE THE COURT [TO DISMISS, etc.] the above styled matter for [lack of personal/subject matter jurisdiction], under [the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America] and the law of the Land as represented in the holy scriptures. I am a child of the Most High God YHVH, and heir to His estate; I invoke the assurance of redemption and the wise counsel of our Lord and Savior YHUSHAI to assist me in this endeavor, and I reserve all my rights without prejudice. The [matter/charges/etc.] herein alleged are hereby accepted for value and returned from whence they came; there is on my part no liability in this [matter/charge/etc.]; wherefore I pray, move and order this court to [dismiss/abate/abrogate/adjust/etc.] the above-styled matter, In Nomine Xristi, Amen.
(6) SUPREME HIERARCHY OF AUTHORITY
- THE [PRODUCTION/STAGING] COMPANY = OF YAHUSHUAH MOSIACH YHVH ELOHIM, Creator, Grantor of Right;
- THE STUDIO [THEATER] = the order [ObNS];
- THE SCREENWRITER = The Sovereign Lawgiver (Christ Pantocrator);
- THE PRODUCERS = The Privy Council (the Board of the Church at Washington/Ouachita/Washitaw Al’Maghreb/Al’Maroc/Al’Meri’ka/America, band of Nacotchtank, Croatan, etc. of the Algonkian line);
- THE PERFORMANCE VENUE = The Court (care of the next friend as lord of the realm);
- THE PERFORMANCE = The [Great] Commission of the Court [of the Church] (ministries, missions, members, committees, clerics);
- DRAMATIS PERSONAE = The Body Politic (The Church);
- Clericus (Minus/Magnus/Maximus): the ministering cleric, clerk of the court, secretary-treasurer, and Chancellor of the Exchequer; functionally, the office of scribe, administration and general operations;
- Steward/Warden: the legal trustee of the premises, general hearing officer, and chair of the House committee of the whole; the “ward” i.e., keeper, guard, protector, possessor, lord, watchman;
- Custodian: the key holder, superintendent and caretaker of the furniture and premises;
- Admiral: the tyler, outer guard, or sergeant-at-arms;
- Preceptor: Chief Clinical Dialectical Practitioner; Head of ‘Grand Rounds‘;
- Members: Clinical Dialectical Client;
- Fellows: Fellowcraft/Master Clinical Dialectical Practitioner;
- Residents: Journeyman Clinical Dialectical Practitioner;
- Interns: Apprentice Clinical Dialectical Practitioner;
- Attending/Visiting Ministers: Circuit Riders.
(f) SOLICITATION OF ONE’S HAND IN MATRIMONY
After the example set forth by our Lord and Savior who has received the Church unto himself in heavenly matrimony, will you [Christian Name] enter into holy matrimony with me?
Solicitor-Bridegroom
A proposal to enter into a matrimonial contact is a “solicitation”. Copulation outside of such a contract is not per se unethical, but the solicitation of sex is a transgression.
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