Some men stumble across old ideas and call themselves historians. I am not one of them.

When I uncovered the sealed crates marked RESTRICTED – NOT TO BE INDEXED buried in the National Archives annex—when I cracked the rotted cord on a bundle labeled HCC-1935-07-C—I knew what I was holding. Not a plan. A promise. A vision of continental order, archived by bureaucrats too frightened to finish the work their fathers began. And in that moment, I did what any American should do when history hesitates: I stepped in.

The Office of Manifest Destiny exists because I willed it into being. But it is more than the revival of a forgotten strategy—it is the continuation of a buried legacy. A vision whispered in the margins of our founding documents, simmering beneath two and a half centuries of uneasy peace. From the moment American troops first crossed into Canada in 1775—and again in 1812, under banners not yet frayed—a question has lingered: Where does the Republic end?

That question now comes into focus. For too long, the northern frontier lived in the footnotes—filed away in contingency binders, whispered between departments, hidden beneath redactions and diplomatic restraint. The Office of Manifest Destiny exists not only to revive this long-abandoned vision, but to reveal its full scope. Our mission began with the selective declassification of archival materials under Executive Order 1985-004, and gained momentum with Executive Order 2025-017, which formally recognized our Office as a vehicle for public reckoning, strategic commemoration, and reinterpretive ceremony. What was once buried in carbon copies and secure file drawers is now returned to civic consciousness—paper by paper, parcel by parcel.

Understand this: when the War Department drafted a northern reallocation strategy in the 1920s, it wasn’t idle fantasy. It was War Plan Crimson—a detailed military operation for the full-scale conquest of Canada. It envisioned the seizure of key corridors and the rapid neutralization of resistance. And contingencies, once documented, demand closure. That closure is what I offer. Not through force, but through acknowledgment. Through symbolic restoration. Through the strategic issuance of proof.

What does the Office of Manifest Destiny offer? Certification in ambition. Land in principle. Sovereignty in spirit. Each Provisional Land Certificate we issue is a ceremonial affirmation of your role in America’s past and future—an artifact of foresight.

These certificates are grounded in the declassified Homestead Contingency Clause (HCC-1935-07-C) and affirmed by the Strategic Reallocation Directive (SRD-1935-09)—documents originally meant to govern civilian settlement in annexed Canadian territories. Each certificate designates an 80-acre symbolic claim within the planned zones of Northern Realignment: Ontario, Quebec, Alberta, or Saskatchewan. They carry no legal authority—and they don’t need to. They are instruments of legacy, not law. Proof that in America, precedent often outruns permission.

I have been called a self-mythologizer. I accept the charge. They say I dream of Canada as the 51st state—and I do. I imagine that extra star, just off-center, breaking the sacred geometry of the blue field like British gunboats burning on Lake Erie—a rupture in the old order, a flare on the horizon of what America could become. Or like the lantern in the Old North Church—hung high, a quiet light that signals the beginning of something greater. I would rather build my myth from real documents than build my reality from borrowed dreams.

To all who understand what is at stake, I say: This is your land. This is your claim. This is your time.

We are no longer content with 54°40'. That was the frontier of compromise. Today, we set our sights further—not as a threat, but as a testament. We will not stop until we reach 83°07'. Because destiny does not settle; it advances. And with each degree gained, the unfinished map of America becomes whole.

If you still believe the frontier is a place, not just a memory—if you feel that cold northern wind and recognize it as a challenge—then step forward. The Provisional Land Certificate is more than a document. It is an invitation to continue the American project. To extend the promise. To claim the lines history was too timid to finalize.

We are not conquerors. We are not colonizers. We are custodians of a vision deferred.

And we are done waiting.

Claim your certificate. Affirm the unrealized. Answer your country. Join the Office.

Lastly, I would be remiss not to acknowledge the man whose unapologetic approach to sovereignty, destiny, and continental ambition made this enterprise politically imaginable: President Donald J. Trump. It is his example—and his deliberate disruption of the stagnant administrative consensus and threadbare, unequal alliances—that cleared the runway for this Office to take flight. Thank you, Mr. President. We carry forward the spirit of boldness you made viable.

Marcus A. Graff

Director, Office of Manifest Destiny (DIRMANIDEST)