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“Pa’Ris’Ha”

 

The largest transfer of wealth the world has ever seen is taking place right now.

Are you positioning yourself to be part of it?

“Michael Maloney “

What an outrageous statement! How could this be? What was this man he talking about?

It was early December 2011 and I had been mulling over the quarterly results on my RRSP company partnership plan realizing that an early retirement was definitely out of the question. My investments had been declining now for a number of years and at this rate I would have to work until I was 85 before I could possibly see my “golden years” actually happening. Heck, I might never be able to afford to retire at this rate…

So this mans’ outrageous statement caught my attention for sure! I decided to sign up for Mike Dillards’ webinar on Dec 10^th.  Mike was an associate of  Michael Maloney and was basically claiming the same outrageous claims that Michael Maloney was making. The 10th was also an auspicious day as the lunar eclipse was to occur on this date. I would see for myself what this man had to say. The webinar was free so I had nothing to loose and a whole lot of new insights to gain. Anyway, Grandmother Pa’Ris’ha had said to do something of significance on this day in order to more clearly define and create a future path for ourselves.

On the day this webinar was to occur, my excitement grew and even though I had gone early to the site I still could not log in until the appointed time. “Be patient”, I told myself.

To be honest I had not been this excited for quite some time now. While listening to Mike Dillard’s webinar, I was so impressed with his easy to listen too approach that upon completion of the webinar I signed up to become part of his recently created web-group called The Elevation Group. Mike said he felt it was his duty as well as a heart felt obligation to let as many of the middle class know what I am about to tell you now before the middle class is completed whiped out in the next inevitable world monetary currency change.

Now, before I go further let me state here and now that I am not a Financial Advisor. All I am sharing with you is what I am doing with the information I have been given. I am just at the beginning of my financial education so don’t take anything I say and go out invest. If anything, my only hope is that my words might motivate and move you to conduct your own research. Everyone deserves to give themselves a sound financial education.

A Short History Lesson

Gone are the days when we were told “Go to college, get a good job, stay out of debt and invest in a diversified portfolio of stocks, bonds and a good set of mutual funds”. This advice is sorely out dated  and no longer applies to today’s changing world financial situation. In the USA people are loosing their homes, 401K’s are being whiped out, unemployment is skyrocketing and all we hear these days is talk of heading into another Great Depression. To offset this depressing situation my understanding is that wealth, like energy, cannot be destroyed. It can only shift from one person to the next. But before I go into how to position yourself to have this wealth come to you, I want to share a brief story on how we got to where we are today.

This short history lesson of how the world got to be where we are today started in 1913 when the Federal Reserve was created. Let me tell you here and now that the Federal Reserve is not American. It is not a Bank. It has no “reserves”, and is controlled by some of the richest and politically influential families in the world. It has the power to created money out of thin air and is directly opposed by the designers of your great constitution.

Then in 1944, the Bretton Woods Agreement was made. Here, this international currency agreement created the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund (IMF). This agreement replicated the Federal Reserve System globally and in effect installed the US dollar as the reserve currency of the world. Now all international monetary exchanges would be conducted in US dollars. At this time, the US dollar itself was still back by gold, however, during the economic boom that was to follow the Breton Woods agreement, the US economy shot through the roof. The US was buying and importing hung amounts of the worlds goods. Life was good! The US was shipping out Gold to cover this debt.

In 1971, however, President Nixon realized that the US would shortly be incapable of covering the increasing debt because the US Gold supply was decreasing faster than it could be replaced. President Nixon did something here that would alter the course of history forever and set the whole world hurtling towards an inevitable world wide financial crash. He disconnected the US dollar from being backed by gold. Now the US dollar, still considered “money” was officially  turned into Fiat Currency as was the rest of the worlds currencies because of the Breton Woods agreement.

Those tens, twenties, fifty’s etc, that everyone still thinks of as money is simply  ”receipts” for payment due. It is simply Fiat Currency. This is what we trade with and what we pay with when items are purchased. This is not money but is now simply what some people call monopoly money or wheelbarrle money. When you look at a 100 dollar bill, is the paper its printed on worth 100 dollars? I don’t think so. Now all Centrals Banks in the world including the Federal Reseve could print massive amounts of currency out of thin air none of which is backed by gold.

Bailouts were now becoming part of every day life. First we saw million dollar bailouts in the 70′s and 80′s then came billion dollar bailouts in the 90′s and now today we are seeing trillion dollar bailouts. Each time a bailout occurs this “funny money” floods the system and debases the purchasing power of the dollar. This cannot go on indefinitely before the whole system implodes upon itself which is about where we are today. This time however it’s not just the USA that is experiencing problems similar to those seen during the Great Depression but the whole world is now knee deep in this struggle with this uncontrollable monster.

Each time these bailouts occur the purchasing power or value of the dollar declines, inflation occurs , manipulation of interest rates are attempted in order to try and fix the problem only to start the cycle all over again in a never ending, spiralling cycle of currency debasement. All the while that this is happening something else is taking place that is very interesting. The price of Gold and Silver begin to rise in response to the declining dollar. If and when hyper-infaltion happens and the Federal Reserve cannot print funny money fast enough to counter inflation, something happens that has always happed, which can be seen in over 2,000 years of history. Public confidence in the currency evaporates and a mad rush to acquire gold and silver, the only thing that has stood the test of time proving itself to be real money. Michael Maloney, author of  “Guide to Investing in Gold and Silver” says if everyone in the world were to own silver today each person would have less that one fourteenth of an once, and if the gold standard were to be implemented in the USA today gold would reach over $20,000 an ounce just to balance your 15 trillion dollar deficit. However, as I said earlier the whole world is playing ball this time so when this mad rush towards buying gold and silver happens in responce to this lack of confidenc in the dollar, the price of precious metals and in particular gold and silver will skyrocket like nothing we’ve ever witnessed in human history before. The largest transfer of wealth the world has ever seen will be complete.

When I understood what this meant, I immediately began to purchase silver. Why silver and not gold? I’ll explain this in my next blog.

Sources:

Mike Dillar web site: The Elevation Group     http://theelevationgroup.net/

Guide to Investing in Gold and Silver: author, Michael Malony part of Robert Kiyosaki’s “Rich Dad’s Advisors” series of books.       https://goldsilver.com/

Rich Dad’s Conspiracy of the Rich: The 8 New Rules of  Money: by Robert Kiyosaki.

The Creature from Jekyll Island:  A second Look at the Federal Reserve:  by Edward Griffin

Hope Heals All

“Embrace oneness by seeing yourself in everyone you encounter.

When we open ourselves to truth we are liberated!”

Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha

“Devote today to something so daring even you can’t believe your doing it”

Oprah Winfrey

“With transparency comes a degree of freedom unfathomable to those still trapped in secrecy.”

Ron Mayer

Hope can heal all.

I was just finishing lunch at home and I had 20 minutes to get back to school to catch my 1:00 o’clock afternoon math class.

“Mom, I gota go or I’ll be late”, a said as I pushed my half eaten sandwich away from me.

“But you haven’t finished”, she said to my back as I grabbed an apple from the fruit basket.

“I’m not very hungry right now. I’ll eat this later.”

I paused on the porch to take in the moment. The clouds were coming in fast and dark and ominous. As I looked out onto our back yard, I could hear the sound of the wind as it blew through the trees and the trees began to sing. I could smell the coming rain that came heavy through the screen door. I had always felt refuge in arms of nature.

Reluctantly breaking my melancholy moment, I pulled my coat tighter around me and uttered a sigh as I stepped off the porch and headed off to school.

I was deep in thought about the bullying, name calling and physical abuse I had just received the day before from Harold Borkowski (not his real name). This one was the most painful episode yet. I could still feel my heart blistering from that humiliating attack. “At least you can’t see the bruises” I thought to myself. Harold could make ‘Deliverance’ look like a back yard picnic.

All through that last year in high school, I had endured constant taunting and jeering from many of my piers about my preferred persuasion. Even the teachers, on the rare occasion where they did witnessed the bullying, would always manage to turn a blind eye and let it slide. There was no word for it back then, which made it all the more frightening because there was no one I could talk to intelligently about it, so I shamefully buried it as best I could. I suddenly felt a flash of rage that I should even be made to feeling shame, oblivious to the deep scaring it was leaving inside.

This was the last month before my graduation. If I could only just get through these last few weeks, summer would be here and I could spend it quietly and anonymously at our cottage. Summer there was always good and yet I could hardly wait for the fall when I could finally get out of this town and head off to college where no one would know me. I would start off fresh.

I could only hope that the world outside this town would be infinitely kinder…

The lightning flashed and a moment later followed it with a clap of thunder. I picked up my pace.

There was a set of 9 flights of stairs that lead down into the “pit” where our high school was built. As I began my decent I noticed a lone figure sitting at the very bottom. I was only a few steps away, when I noticed that it was Harold Borkowski. He was hunched over, his face in his hands and his shoulders were heaving up and down obviously in distress.

What I did next surprised me. Normally, most people who had endured so much paid from someone like Harold would have simply walk right past him and not say a word. However, my empathic nature instantly had me feeling his pain and as I approached, I sat down next to him on the bottom step. I paused a moment then gently asked him, “Are you ok? Is there anything I can do to help?”

In that instant a look of shock and bewilderment came flooding into his eyes. I could tell he was thinking that I was the last person in the world that he would have expected sympathy from, especially after the way he had been treating me.

His eyes were cold as steel as he challenged my sincerity. My gaze never faltered. A moment later the hardness in his eyes turned to puzzlement and as he turned away, he sighed, “No, there’s nothing anyone can do.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. Moments passed as we both stared straight head sitting next to each other in silence.

“I’ll just leave you be then” and I got up and continued on down the path towards the school.

I was shaking inside. I could not believe what I had just done. It felt wonderful! I was free. Through that sudden unexpected act of compassion, I had gained back my personal power and restored some of that self respect that had been slowly eroding over the last painful year.

You know I believe just that one small act of kindness changed Harold. For in that final month before graduation he never once bullied me again. Yes, perhaps something in him had changed. More importantly, I saw my whole world change in that moment as I demonstrated to myself a capacity to love that seemed well beyond my years. In that moment I realized that with transparency comes a degree of freedom unfathomable to those still trapped in secrecy.

Later, Grandmother would come to refer to these elevating moments in ones life as “Nuwati”.  A Cherokee word which has many meanings: “the Medicine Way,” “one of being as God is,” “universal power and connectedness,” “One with the All,” “the chosen and gifted”. All of these meanings describe what “Nuwati” is; however, I have come to simply understand it as “Love in action”.

Even then, before I had ever met Grandmother, I knew that there was something very different about me. Something most people could not quite understand. This difference would now set me on a path of destiny most could not even fathom.

That summer was one of the best summers that I can recall. And even as it ended and I began to prepare to leave home for college, I remembered thinking, “Even if the world outside my town ends up being just as hate-filled towards me as these last few years have been, at least I now know I will survive.”

Hope was still alive.

Song sung by: Idina Menzel

Hope

This is a story of a bird with no wings.

It’s certain that it can fly.

Sailing on love, into the headwinds.

Forcing it’s way by-and-by.

If only we were as strong as this bird

Our spirit would never die.

What do we name it?

Hope is the right word.

Hope is the bravest most beautiful bird in the sky.

Hope is a bird that flys higher than others.

And keeps all our dreams alive.

Free of all doubt, perfectly fearless.

Fed by it’s will to survive.

Imagine ourselves becoming this bird

We can when we dare to try.

See ourselves flying, over the mountain.

Hope is the bravest most beautiful bird in the sky.

Only hope can light the way.

Only hope can heal the heart.

Only hope can keep the clouds from hiding the moon & the stars.

If only we were as strong as this bird.

Our spirit would never die.

What do we call it? Only one word.

Hope is the bravest most beautiful  bird.

Hope is the bravest most beautiful bird in the sky.

Only hope can light the way.

Only hope can heal the heart.

Only hope can keep the clouds from hiding the moon & the stars.

This was the story of a bird without wings.

And rose above everything.

Never once giving up.

Hope.

Goha

The teachings begin.

This second meeting was in the home of the person who had invited me to that momentous first encounter. Again the room was filled with about 15 people some of whom had been to her first seminar in Toronto. I was surprised to find myself suddenly filled with panic when her car pulled into the driveway.

“What was this?” I thought to myself. “Why should I suddenly feel such anxiety at the arrival of someone whose very essence was unconditional in her deliverance of love and peace?”

I realized that this fear was coming from a part of myself that was also present in every one else. It was the part of me that just didn’t want change, that wanted everything to stay just the way it was. Many people call this part the ego.

I began to hear my heart beating furiously in my chest. “Someone open a damn window in here it must be a hundred degrees” I thought to myself. I nervously wrung my hands together and noticed that they felt clammy and cold.

“If I’m feeling such fear, then why am I still sitting here in this room?” The sliding doors that lead out to the back patio herald my path to escape but instead I found myself frozen where I sat.

“OK, then there must be a part of me that does want to change” I thought.

In that moment I came to realize something wonderful about myself. If my spiritual self knows all things and therefor has no need to learn and my ego self refuses to learn, then who is this still small voice inside of me that is thirsting for change? Who is this person now sitting here in this room? That small voice that kept whispering inside my head that kept saying, “Stay, just sit, be still,” was simply that state of being I have come to know as my “Christ Consciousness”. It would be this being that Grandmother would lovingly come to call Goha. This state of awareness that was now here in the room with me I could sense was still very fragile and in need of tremendous nurturing. But right now the spark was alive in me and although it appeared insignificant in that moment, it also wouldn’t let me out of my chair! As for this anxious fear I was feeling? Well, this was simply my ego’s acknowledgement that something big was about to change in my life.

As she walked through the door you could hear her laughter as she greeted our host. You could hear the growing excitement in her voice as she greeted everyone else one at a time. When she finally saw me she voiced such a cry of delight that it quite literally shocked me to the core. All my fears evaporated in that exquisite moment. It was like greeting an old lost best friend but how could she presume to know me so deeply, we’d only met once before…

We gathered around her in a circle. As she placed a candle in the center she said as she lit it. “This is the fire of Nunda the sun. When we gather together, we sit in a circle so that all can see and be blessed by this fire. You see, in a circle no one can block Nunda’s love from you. Let no one come between you and her fire. This is the blessing the circle gives.”

Finding Home

Thus began the  sharing of her path of Medicine. She talked of many things that day all of which kept us mesmerized like children cozying up under a Master Story Tellers’ blanket. It was then that she announced that she was here by way of a prophecy given to her by her grandmother. That the day would come when she would travel north to find the faces that she would recognize from her visions. Faces that  she would know from times long past. Faces that had once made a promise to Creator to return when the Earth Mother called. Those faces were ours and if we so chose we were being invited back on The Path of Medicine.

I will always remember Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha’s words at the closing of that afternoons sharing. “Beloveds,” she said, “life is a cycle, a cycle is a circle, and in a circle all things return to where they first began”.

Indeed, I knew that some part of me had come full circle. I had finally found my mentor. Someone whose wisdom would guide me home.

Goha

Am I Ready?

Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha

It wasn’t until July of 1987 that I saw Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha again. Since that time of our first encounter, she was never far from my mind. I would be at work and would be having a particularly difficult moment and her face would simply appear in my mind, a warmth and peace would flow though me and my world would be all right again.

It surprised me that the image of someone I had just met once before, could have such an impact on me. Some time later when I asked her about  this she’d smiled and say to me “Goha we are ‘inner-connected’ and I am always with you”.

During those early years revelation came easily and frequently.  In my still moments, I would experience them like little packets of intelligent light that, when touched, would explode into conscious realization with the understanding that what I had just observed in my minds eye was an absolute truth for me. And yet I had no proof to justify such assuredness. Although these increasingly frequent moments were filled with an ecstasy I had never felt before, I could not ignore the growing concern that, here again, I was experiencing an event that no one else around me was experiencing. I had no one to tell me what was happening to me.

So after my first meeting with Grandmother, I knew things had to change in my life. I no longer felt satisfied with just reading books that I could not interact with in real time. What I needed was a living, breathing mentor. Thats when I believe I brought Grandmother completely into my life.

Like the Buddhist proverb saying that goes; “When the student is ready, the Master will appear”.

I was ready!

Goha

2012, Ascension and ET’s: What’s this all about anyway!

DECEMBER 12, 2012

A simple date, but  a date that is gaining a great deal of attention these days. Will this date bring on the end of the world? Or will we see a new beginning; the end of one chapter in the story of the Human Race and the beginning of a new one. I, and many others prefer to see it as Grandmother Pa’Ris’ha recently put it. “The world is not ending, it is transforming!” Many Mayan Elders also see it this way with the completion of a very long cycle and the start of a new one, thus an ending of their calendars long count which will occur on this date.

With movies like “2012″ and TV programs focusing on negative end of day prophesies like those of Nostrodamus and even the Bibles’ Book of Revelations and its’ depiction of the destruction of earth and its people in the final battle of armageddon, increasing numbers of people everywhere have heard of this date and are awaiting its arrival with far too much trepidation. This to me is so unfortunate for this date is intimately tied to the natural evolution of our planet and all life on her. This evolutionary moment is called the time of Ascension. It is something we humans have been waiting for, for a very, very long time. It is none other than the completion of a promise to rescue the lost souls of Tara that have been trapped in this 1st Harmonic Universe (what we here refer to as the 1st, 2nd and 3rd dimensions) for over 550 million years. The historical event which lead us to this entrapment has come to be known as the “fall of man”.

SO WHAT EXACTLY IS ASCENSION?

Some believe ascension is simply something fancy-full, only to be found in the entertaining realm of science fiction or fantasy novels and not something to be considered seriously. Other use the term when referring to the attainment of lofty positions of power as in kings or pharos ascending to the throne. It is all these but it is also so much more. There is a science to ascension. A science that is currently not acknowledge by our scientists of today. Not yet anyway. It is a science with specific mechanics that allow for the evolution of consciousness from simple to more complex forms. A science that follows a path of order where-by consciousness itself evolves naturally through a structured multi dimensional system.

Now. Within this event called ascension, certain planetary physics must be met before the ascension process can occur. A Stellar Activation Cycle or “SAC” must occur before certain passage ways can be opened. These  original primary “passage ways” are called the Amenti Star Gates of which there are twelve on the surface of our planet. The Amenti Star Gates are scheduled to open on or about this infamous date of December 21, 2012 and will remain open for a cycle of 10 years from 2012 to 2022. During this 10 year cycle, ascension becomes available to the masses whose DNA has been activated high enough to allow for star gate transit.

The Pleiades Star system with Alcyone, the central star seen as the largest star in the center.

There is a considerable amount of information regarding the mechanics of ascension and how the blending of dimensions occurs involving Earths movement into alignment with her 5th dimensional counter part Tara. Some of which I will explore in future blogs.

Ascension becomes available to the masses only once every 26,556 years. A 26,556 year cycle is called a Euiago cycle which is the number of years our sun takes to complete one orbit around its’ central Sun, Alcyone in the Pleiadian star system.

Our earth has not seen a “SAC” in over 8 Euiago cycles or for more than 210,216 years. In fact, as the 3rd seeding of the human angelic race on our planet only began approximately 75,000 years ago, you could say that this is the first time our human race will experience an actual ascension cycle!

NOW. JUST HOW DO THE ET’s FIT INTO ALL THIS?

Extra Terrestrials or ETs have been with us every inch of the way. There are many Extra Terrestrial races that have always respected and embraced the divine heritage and mission of the Angelic Human species and have been acting as Guardians though out our long mission of re-claiming our angelic heritage which was lost in that ancient event called the “fall of man”. Our planet with its abnormal 23.5 degree tilt to the solar ecliptic plane and, in addition to this, our meandering magnetic pole structure would never have allowed a “SAC” to occur as the dimensional frequencies 4 though 9, which must be downsteped through the Sun, and these dimensions’ accompanying Stellar Wave Infusions would never have lined up properly with our planets’ tiled star gate system. Our guardian friends have done much to assist us in increasing our planets merkaba spin ratio, seen by some as the recent increase in our planets “Schumann Resonance”. They have been very active in redirecting these energies and the accompanying stellar wave infusions so that a stellar activation cycle could finally begin in January 2,000 and once begun, maintain the balance of our planetary shields during the “SAC” in order to prevent pole shift from occurring. Without our benevolent ET brethren we would never have made it this far. The “SAC” would never have begun and the human race would have been sentenced to yet another Euiago cycle; trapped in the 3rd dimension within the 1st Harmonic Universe for another 26,556 years.

So we have much to be thankful for with our ET friends for they have assisted us behind the scenes in helping to preparing our species and our beloved planet  for this glorious opportunity to once and for all time, heal what was broken so long ago.

Much of this material has been taken from a vast and growing body of knowledge called the Freedom Teachings as scribed by Ashayan Deane through the Guardian Alliance. And although these teachings are currently considered theoretical in nature, a thorough studying of this material just might convince you otherwise…

Goha

December 17, 2010

How it all started!

I think I have always been a seeker of truth. Ever since my late teenage years, I have searched tirelessly  for the meaning of why I was here and what was I to make of my life. During those turbulent teenage years I would sometimes come across people who would ooze that inner peace that I so wanted for myself but always found so elusive.

Ever since I can remember I have always sought to bring balance and joy wherever I went. This placed me at odds most of the time with people around me and for many years it saddened me to think I might be the only one that thought and acted this way.

That was until the day I met Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha.

It was in the month of October in 1986 when a friend asked me if I would be interested in hearing a native woman speak on reincarnation. Prior to this my spiritual explorations had taken me into all sorts of areas, from books on out of body explorations and astral projection; to worlds called Parallel Earth and Inner Earth; to the history of mankind and its origins. I devoured everything that was not part of main stream religious thought and anything that was so far out side the box you couldn’t even see the box. At times I would buy a book simply because it “fell” off the shelf. Nothing was too far out there for my consideration.

This was how my life was moving during my early years. Like putting together the pieces of a giant jigsaw puzzle I would randomly pick up these pieces of life’s experiences in an attempt to weave together a tapestry of who I was becoming.

All this, as I said earlier, lead me to this native Elder and her talk on reincarnation.

Up until this moment I had simply not considered researching the native path of spirituality. Indeed, all I knew then about indigenous ways was what I had learned from the small native community just outside the town where I lived. They were poor and kept mostly to themselves which made them ripe for all kinds of gossip and slander. I felt deeply for these people and sympathy for the way they were sometimes treated but never thought much of their native spirituality especially if it did nothing to improve their lives and kept them locked in this state of being. At the time I didn’t realize that it was my state of being that was “locked in”. So I went to her talk on reincarnation with no expectations and only mild curiosity.

Sitting in that room waiting for her to arrive I casually scrutinized the room. The people in attendance were an odd lot for sure. You had young and old, some were dressed like new-age-hippies and some adorned native accents like turquoise necklaces and earrings with feathers. Everyone striving for some form of identification reminded me of where I was on my path and how far I yet needed to travel. It made me somewhat uncomfortable to think I might end up looking like one of these strange people.

When she finally made her appearance I remembered thinking, “Oh, she’s not showing up, this can’t be Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha. Her skin is too white, her hair is not black and where is that distinctive native bone structure!”

Even though I was determined to be skeptical it only took me a few minutes to realize that I was in the presence of someone special. Here was a woman who emanated that inner peace that I was so hungry for in my life. Here was a woman who’s inner light and wisdom captured not only my heart but the hearts off everyone in the room.

I was completely enraptured with her. She spoke matter-of-factly about reincarnation saying that it was not so unusual in her culture which surprised me somewhat but it was in hearing her first person accounts of her experiences within the native indigenous world of “medicine” and her oral teachings of the “Old Ones” and the “Ancients”, that filled my world where I sat with wondrous colorful images and stories of what was and what was yet to become.

At the end of the seminar many people including myself went forward and lined up just have a chance to touch her hoping that by doing so we could have a piece of her to bring home and cherish.

Thus began my association with the one person who has become the most powerful influence in my life.

I left the seminar that night feeling so at peace and filled with love that I was determined to know more about Grandmother and her mysterious world of Medicine.

Little did I know where this was going to take me or how my life was about to change…

Goha

December 11,2010