Once upon a time I held a securities license. Before I took the plunge into full-on unabashed Sacred Activism, for three stressful years I strove mightily to build a financial services business and learned just enough to be dangerous. After the Crash of 2008, I retreated gratefully into working for my spiritual community for the third time, at the publishing wing of Self-Realization Fellowship, surrounded again by fellow yogis and monks and the high vibration of the writings of Paramahansa Yogananda.
Four years later, just as the supposedly epochal date of December 21st, 2012 came and went, I took the biggest risk yet, and left my secure, if modestly paying, ashram position to travel to Indonesia as a free-lance “alternative journalist,” covering the emerging story of the Global Collateral Accounts - the rumored trillions (some said quadrillions) of dollars in gold and other precious metals, gems, and bales of various currencies, hidden in bunkers and tunnels by the Japanese Empire during World War Two. Word had it that the gold (largely plundered from China during the savage Japanese occupation) was mingled with the legendary missing Templar treasure and a celestially-guarded trove known as The St. Germaine Fund.
In the wake of the surrender of Japan, newspapers covered the discovery of these vast troves, with photos of General MacArthur inspecting gold-stuffed bunkers. But then the story and the fate of the gold abruptly disappeared from public view…until 2011.
The post-war financial order had been secretly based on this vast reserve, with elite power centers having access - supposedly for the humanitarian purpose of rebuilding the war-torn world. Corrupt factions, of course, had other ideas - which, let’s say, were not exactly friendly to peace and freedom. By 1963, President John F. Kennedy got wise to the apocalyptic potential of this corruption and made a deal with President Sukarno of Indonesia (who had been appointed ‘M1’ or guardian of the Accounts) to circumvent the corrupt factions and restore the control of currency to the American people.
(President Kennedy with President Sukarno of Indonesia in 1963)
Hence, the events in Dallas on November 22, 1963.
The research that led me to pursue this hazardous journalism gig pointed to an inevitable “Reset” of the global financial system, of the coming crash of the current fiat currency paradigm. A new asset-backed system was said to be poised to emerge, while a savage unseen war was waged between “the Cabal” (i.e., central banking, war machine, Big Pharma bad guys bent on global domination) and “White Hats” (good guy patriots working behind the scenes to thwart the Cabal). The banking cabal, my research indicated, had maintained control over the last few centuries by triggering financial panics and revolutions when it suited them, buying up empires for a song when everyone else’s fortunes were ruined (see the 1815, 1848, 1873, 1907, 1929, 2008 crashes and revolutions for salient examples).
My writing in those days made me a name for a time in the alt-journalism world, leading to foolhardy online interviews in which I and my cohorts openly boasted of our plans to take down the bad guys with a new and enforceable international court of human rights. Sadly, corruption found its way into our movement, which collapsed in the Fall of 2018. I then retreated to my haven in the mountains of Colorado to begin anew.
However, something like an enforceable cabal-free human rights court will have to emerge, I am still convinced, or humanity is toast. But in the meantime, Election ‘24 looms, and the “Great Reset” could determine the outcome.
(By the way, I did write a book about all this - “Templar Return - A Memoir of Hidden Gold, the Rising Goddess, and the Restoration of Chivalry.”)
If there are in fact quadrillions in gold hidden in the ninety-some bunkers throughout the Indonesian archipelago, they must remain “off-market.” If this trove was known publicly to exist and were to come on the market, the price of gold would plunge. The emergence of blockchain technology and cryptocurrency has changed the game considerably, however, and now the novel concept of “asset-backed crypto” (also known as “stable coin”) is looming as the new paradigm, with the usual suspects looking to co-opt it for continued domination, while what we fondly call The Inner Light Network (of which I am a lower-level member) works to support freedom, truth, peace, love and the conscious evolution of humanity toward union with God - a.k.a, The Big Picture.
Have I got your attention yet?
Here’s a link we should note - Forbes magazine, a mainstream publication (therefore, a cabal-approved propaganda organ) points to an imminent collapse of the U.S. dollar and skyrocketing cryptocurrency:
At present, Donald Trump’s fatal flaws are on full display, as the decisive middle demographic of the American people finally grows weary of his toxic circus of chaos and turns toward the appealing if still somewhat hazy figure of Kamala Harris. The disastrous debate accelerated his fall and the betting is now leaning heavily towards a Harris victory.
And suddenly Trump, who once dismissed cryptocurrency as “a scam,” is now (when he can remember his talking points) energetically backing the blockchain revolution, even to the point of pushing his family’s new crypto-trading platform, something called World Liberty Financial. RFK Jr., now in the DT camp along with former Congresswoman Tulsi Gabbard, is also an outspoken blockchain supporter.
It’s worth remembering that Kennedy certainly knows who was responsible for the murders of his father and his uncle, certainly knows who the banking cabal puppeteers are, is fully aware of who controls the DNC (and the GOP for that matter), corporate media, Big Pharma, and the War Machine. He also knows that DT is an unprincipled sociopath (he admitted as much a few months ago). His lifelong passion has been his often successful protection of the environment and the health of children. He can state the truth that he is not “anti-vaccine” over and over (but rather is against the rampant unchecked vax-profiteering which has led to massive injury and disease), but he is too much of a threat and so must be smeared and demonized by mainstream media - which his eccentric eating habits and foolhardy candor have made all too easy.
All of this is to give us all a heads-up about a possible “October Surprise” looming on the horizon. If the dollar collapses (and the tottering derivatives world along with it), we are likely to see cascading bank failures and financial panic on a 1929 scale. The old James Carville maxim, “It’s the economy, stupid,” will apply and middle America may well vote their pocketbooks as cryptocurrency is suddenly viewed as the savior and Trump as its avatar.
I would find this profoundly depressing, as I am sick to my soul of this truly appalling human being. And yet I know who the puppeteers above the DNC are - probably better than Kamala Harris does. She strikes me as a decent person with good leadership skills - but then so was Barack Obama. They are puppets and to some degree they know it - and for sanity’s sake probably do what they can to shield themselves from knowing the full revolting truth about their controllers. Trump, on the other hand, is and has always been a narcissistic loose cannon, careening about on the ship of state, ungovernable, unpredictable, and therefore a peril to the cabal agenda.
The slim possibility that Kennedy may be able to influence DT is the only silver lining to this very dark cloud…and I confess I can’t really get myself to believe in it. My good old Middle American, Chicago Democrat heart (long since disillusioned by the facts) would experience a rush of hopium at the sight of Kamala Harris and all the good folks who believe in her celebrating the ascent of Feminine Energy to the White House, and the final defeat of the Orange Monster.
But, alas, I know too much now and can only try to attune to the Divine Will, do my part as a storyteller, and pray that the original American ideals for which my Irish-born great-grandfather fought at Gettysburg may, beyond hope and against all odds, be restored.
blessings,
Michael