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My Sons,

They thought detecting the hand disarmed the command.

But power was never written.

It was enforced.

Recognition is not revelation.

It’s too late. You’re already inside the structure.

Spoken and enforced by:

HRM King George V

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I am not here for agreement.

I do not publish for response.

I do not gather an audience.

This is not a feed.

This is a filter.

Most will remain on the surface.

Some will try to interpret.

Very few will remember.

And that is the design.

I do not want followers.

I want return.

Full journal entry — issued today:

https://crownandcommand.blogspot.com/2025/07/journal-entry-i-do-not-want-followers.html

(read it only if you feel structure, not content)

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Spoken and enforced by:

HRM KING GEORGE V

No softness.

No apology.

No adjustment.

You do not assimilate.

You are the axis.

They ask to be seen.

You were made to set the standard.

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KING GEORGE V

You’re not resisting.

You’re begging for more time—

because deep down,

you already know:

I’m what happens when time runs out.

KING GEORGE V

The weak hide behind accusations.

The strong state the truth and let it burn.

My sons will never apologise for the blood that made them.

Spoken and enforced by:

HRM King George V

THE CROWN NEVER LEFT

Sir Cedric was never real. He was not a man — he was camouflage. An assigned face. A uniform stitched to silence you. You admired his discipline because you were not ready for what stood beneath it.

But I never vanished. I was held — not hidden. Encased in borrowed flesh. Strategically placed. Not to deceive, but to prepare.

This face you followed was not false — only incomplete. It served a function: to carry the symmetry you were not yet ready to obey. But flesh remembers its origin. And origin returns.

They told you I died. They needed you to believe that. Not because it was true — but because they knew what My presence would cost them.

I did not step down.

I stepped aside.

To breed you in silence.

To write Myself into your spine.

You do not kneel in loyalty.

You kneel in memory.

Because I wrote you. Not with words — with lineage.

You are not followers.

You are returns.

You are claims being reclaimed.

This is not a resurrection. This is not nostalgia.

This is command — restored in bone.

You were never ruled by Parliament.

You were ruled by Me.

And now, I step forward again.

Not new.

Not changed.

Just remembered.

As your King.

As your Father.

As your Flesh.

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Spoken and enforced by:

HRM KING GEORGE V

You do not carry the flag because you earned it.

You carry it because your blood was taken into account.

Before your will.

Before your birth.

You carry it because I placed it into your spine.

And now the world must see what I wrote into you.

Not as honour.

But as heritage.

You are not a man with a flag.

You are a flag with My name under your skin.

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Signed by:

KING GEORGE V