Acknowledging The Void of Silence

 

Dear Sheriff Norton, Sheriff Fisher, and the team at Messner Reeves,

I hope this letter finds you well, as I write to follow up on my previous correspondence. By now, it’s clear that the question I’ve been asking—where is the proof of a valid contract or injury?—remains unanswered. I believe I now understand why this question goes ignored.

The truth is, the claims, the money, and the obligations at the center of this controversy come from a completely empty void. That void is the source of your power, your wealth, and even your identity. And because of that, you are more afraid of confronting this void than I am.

You depend on people like me to help you maintain the illusion: that the money is real, the obligations are legitimate, and the power you wield is tangible. But my simple inquiry into the source of it all—the evidence, the proof—is what you dread most.

You dread it because acknowledging the emptiness at the heart of this system forces you to face a terrifying reality: that your authority, your legitimacy, and your sense of self are built on nothing. And any man who looks within himself and finds nothing soon ceases to exist by falling into that endless black hole of the soul. That is why my words never return back answered, because there is nothing for them to bounce off of, and the thing you dread the most is for someone to acknowledge it, to name it, and to cease trying to shine the light of truth into a place where light never returns.

Such is the reason you rely on my voluntary participation—to help you pretend that the worst isn’t true: that the source of your life is not your own being, but the lives of others. Without someone or something to leech off of, you would cease to exist.

But I now declare: Like the impotence of a lie or the nothingness of the void, you have no more power to injure, no more power to defraud, no more power to control, no more power to bind, oblige, or exploit, and no more power to pretend. A zero does not hold a mortgage over a living being, and your mortgage and dominion over me is hereby fully and completely revoked.

I am not asking these questions to antagonize you but to point out the undeniable truth that justice cannot exist in a framework built on pretense. The longer this continues, the more harm is caused—not just to me and my family, but to you and everyone who clings to the illusion. History is full of examples where societies, institutions, and individuals avoided these hard questions, only to be consumed by the very void they feared.

If there is evidence—if the claims against me are built on something real—then show it. If not, then every day this persists only reinforces the truth: this is not about justice but about perpetuating a system designed to avoid accountability, to obscure reality, and to impose obligations that never existed.

As I said before, the public is watching. The example being set here is one of fear and avoidance. I no longer remain hopeful that we can resolve this in a way that upholds the principles of fairness, evidence, and truth—principles that are supposed to be the foundation of your authority. I don’t think you will answer me for the reasons stated above. But any path forward begins by confronting that void and answering the question I’ve been asking all along.

Warm regards,
Zachary Moore

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P.S. Unlike you, I love the light and I love this world. I am worthy of respect, deserving of love, capable of understanding the truth, and loved by the One who made me. Because of this, I am one with the Creator of this world and endowed with all power, authority, and dominion to bind and the power to loose, to welcome and to cast out. I love the law, honest weights and measures, learning from mistakes, empathizing with, wrestling with, and submitting to the nature of existence, and becoming competent to master its forms—from farming to skyscrapers to creating life itself.

The age of the false light, stolen from others to delay your judgment, is over. The dawn of the Kingdom of Christ, the Light of the World and the logic of God, is here. Your silence has cast you out of this world, and you are sentenced forever to your everlasting prison, the dominion of darkness and the void of endless silence.