My first taste of freedom 

One of my first tastes of Freedom in childhood was The Ramones at the Ritz in NYC around 1988. 

I’ve written about it so I won’t write about it again. But I may revisit and revise those writings someday. 

Freedom 

That’s what I’m getting at 

It seems to mean different things to different people 

Freedom 

The feeling of answering to no one except yourself. Not in an arrogant way. In a knowing way.  A knowing derived from the understanding of Truth. 

They stripped me of the proof of my Truth while missing the point that my proof IS my Truth. No one can erase Truth. It exists in Time independent of lies. 

If it happened, it’s True; if it didn’t happen, it’s a lie.

The Truth is True even if no one believes it. A lie is a lie even if everyone believes it.

That’s all there is to it

Freedom stands on Truth 

Empires of lies are crumbling 

@MelGibsonNew