Name: I promise to be free & Promissory Nation - Indigosong of Freedom
Uploaded: 2025-07-12T12:52:24+00:00
Duration: 6 min 25 s
Description: We have the power to make money. What we have done is we have deferred this to the banks. IE one bank, the Reserve Bank. The Reserve Bank has no reserves. It’s not a bank. It is a fraudulent corporati

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We have the power to make money. What we have done is we have deferred this to the banks. IE one bank, the Reserve Bank. The Reserve Bank has no reserves. It’s not a bank. It is a fraudulent corporation operating in the country. Owned by the Rothchilds, and the Windsors and the Rockefellers, and they are the only ones benefiting, from us using and paying cash. How you pay is you discharge against your bond. Your birth certificate is a bond. You have more value in here, than any fine that they can give you in any court under the sun. This is your value. It’s your life. They stole this from you. When you were born, you were issued one of these. This is a birth certificate. It should be called a death certificate. How you pay is with promissory notes. Bucko five, negotiable instruments. Not with cash. We have to stop using Federal Reserve notes or Reserve Bank notes.

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"I Promise to Be Free"
(An Awakening Song)

I was born with a number, not a name,
A barcode child in a paper frame.
They stamped my soul with silent ink,
And told me what to feel and think.
But somewhere deep, a voice remained,
Untouched by courts, unchained by shame.
It whispered: “Child, you’re not their debt,
You are the sunrise they forget.”

A note of love that money can’t buy.
Not to banks, not to war,
But to the child I was before.
I promise now, I promise me,
To live, to breathe, to walk in peace.
My sovereign soul, my sacred plea:
“I promise, I am free.”

They call it value, but it’s dust,
They traded gold for paper trust.
A world enslaved by silent laws,
Where justice wears designer flaws.
But here I stand, a being whole,
Not a strawman, not a legal role.
With every breath, I claim my part,
No court can hold a burning heart.

You are not collateral.
You are not a line in debt.
You are the storm before the dawn.
You are the ink they won’t forget.
So write your truth across the land,
Not with anger, but with hands...
That heal, forgive, and plant the seed:
A world beyond the greed.

I write a promise in the sky,
A note of love that money can’t buy.
Not to banks, not to war,
But to the child I was before.
I promise now, I promise me,
To live, to breathe, to walk in peace.
My sovereign soul, my sacred plea:
“I promise, I am free.”

I promise you.
You promise me.
And that... will set us free.
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"Promissory Nation" (A Freedom Song)

We print the money, we make the gold,
But gave it all to the banks of old.
The Reserve Bank – no cash, no soul,
Just a fraud in a crown, playing God on a throne.
Rothschild, Windsor, Rockefeller’s game,
While the people go hungry,
they’re popping champagne.
Your birth certificate, that ain’t no birth,
It’s a bond, a curse – your stolen worth.

I won't pay with blood-stained notes,
Their empire’s built on broken hopes.
I'll sign my name, I’ll write it clear,
A promissory wave that ends the fear.
Discharge the lies, unlock the cage,
We’re promissory people in a corporate age.

Sent to Mr. STRAWMAN, not this spine.
You see me in court, but I stand free,
Alive, unbound by their decree.
They traded your soul on the stock exchange,
Six billion bucks by retirement age.
You’re money, my friend, to these vampire kings,
They feed off your breath and your angel wings.

Every time you flash that cash,
You're feeding war – another clash.
Syria, Libya, Afghan pain,
All for tollways and oil domain.
This ain't justice, it's just a deal,
A courtroom con with a corporate seal.
But I pay in truth, I pay in light,
With a promissory note and a rebel’s right.

Learn how to pay, learn how to live,
They stole your birthright – now reclaim, forgive.
One note, one heart, one sovereign name…
No more war. No more shame.
but one sovereign .... name

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