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A Divine Alchemist is the individual who has excited and amplified these deep patterns of Wholeness, of Oneness, of all Humanity, and is living them. We spent a lot of time talking about how we define ourselves in terms of circumstance. So much of our time is spent on the outside world trying to create, trying to manipulate and control circumstances, so that we can be who we think we are and who we want to be. And this works both with positive self-expression and negative self-expression. When you have free-floating anxiety in the middle of the night, when you wake up in the morning, you’re ready to assemble the circumstances of your life in such a way as to show you a good reason for that anxiety.

If I start thinking of life as an inimical universe, then the universe is going to have a tendency to match that. That’s really a good reason not to go that way.

One doesn’t want to be frightened. One wants to see the effect. In essence, that’s what you’re saying. It’s kind of dramatic when we begin to see that my world is following the same confusion, the same multiplicity of conflicting motivations that are going on inside of me. And so, yes, the first thing is to really see what you’re doing. To say, “Hmm, this is what I’m doing: I am creating a world that pushes me into a polarity of positive or negative,” and I even rationalize it and say it gives me a clear choice.

The difficulty is that if the clarity of your choice is associated with circumstances outside of you, that means it’s not coming from within you. And what we’ve done as we advance with the Deity Yoga Practice that we’ve outlined and begun to experiment with, is that we are seeing how we can create the filtering or the organizing process, the organizing structure that occurs in us, that doesn’t bind us. And we can do this by opening up to the Deity that we’ve begun to create this relationship with.

It’s amazing how just recognizing a pattern, just seeing it, is part of one’s liberation; or as you would say, having the choice, just knowing and seeing it seems to really help one’s evolution. It’s always surprised me how true that is.

Yogi Sean is the student of Swami Ramananda and the author of Dancing in the Fire of Transformation, The Everyday Sanyasin, and Experiments in Awareness, a workbook for yogis.

“People on this night are going to be on several different
levels. No doubt we are on the lowest level, so we are hoping in
this night to attain the honor and illumination granted in it.
When we reach a higher level and as it is a holy night in the
heavens as well, we will begin to sense something [of the great
power being manifested] on this night. Whoever is at the highest
spiritual level must be present for this night in the Divine
Presence of the Lord.”
http://www.crescentlife.com/spirituality/laylat_al_qadr.htm

“Sources in the defense establishment believe tomorrow will be
the day on which the Palestinians will ask to disconnect Arafat
from life support and announce his death. Tomorrow night marks
Lailat al-Kader, the night Muslims believe God revealed the
Koran to the prophet Mohammed. The death of the Palestinian
leader on that day will, therefore, be symbolic.”
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/498629.html

“The bill specifically forbids Arafat from being buried anywhere
in Israel. “Because of his disease,” the bill reads, “the State
of Israel allowed Arafat to leave for the sake of medical
treatment. This bill requests a ban on his return to Israel or
to the Palestinian Authority areas, whether to stay or to pass
through. The bill also wishes to prevent his burial in these
areas, lest the site turn into a pilgrimage attraction, a
symbol, and a source of inspiration for the war against Israel’s
existence.”" Arutz-7 news: Tuesday Nov 9, 2004

“”We chose Ramallah because it is close to Jerusalem, where we
are hoping to bury him in the near future,” said Hassan
Khraisheh, deputy speaker of the Palestinian Legislative Council
and member of a special committee entrusted with overlooking the
funeral arrangements. Palestinians said that after Arafat would
be buried there, a mosque and monument would be built inside the
compound.”
http://www.jpost.com/servlet/Satellite?pagename=JPost/JPArticle/P
rinter&cid=1099973628375&p=1078113566627

“Sha’ath said there is no talk of removing Arafat from life
support. “We are not really believers in euthanasia. The man is
not suffering; he is in a coma … It’s out of the question that
anybody is thinking of taking any such decisions,” he said.”
http://edition.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/meast/11/09/arafat/index.html

Waiting till the Night of Power to pull the plug on Arafat’s
life support would have effectively placed him on the “highest
spiritual level” quoted above, and therefore, “in the divine
presence of” allah. However, as the PA officals didn’t remove
his life support, even his burial in Ramallah, complete with a
mosque and monument to boot, will do one of two things in the
minds and hearts of Muslims worldwide who revered Arafat in this
life.

1) Arafat will be elevated to prophet status, and his teachings,
sayings, decrees, etc, spread throughout the Islamic world, and
be followed even more devoutly than in his lifetime. Thus
ensuring PA leadership, that their goals to wipe out the Jews
and Christians wherever they may be found, will be carried out
in even greater numbers, dedication, and determination than in
the past.

In this situation, pulling the plug on Lailat al-Kader would
have been a ploy to ensure that policies, goals, ideology, and
commitment to Arafat’s cause is further entrenched and carried
out. Such a ploy would have taken advantage of Muslim thought
and desire on this day, and basically forcing what many call
“the new Islam” down everyone’s throat, as refusal to honor a
prophet brings harsh discipline.

Burial complete with mosque and monument will very likely do the
same thing in the minds of the moslem people, as not only will
they come to mourn, but also come to worship.

2) Arafat will receive the burial fitting for a prophet, and
many will come merely to mourn his passing, but no elevation to
prophet status will occur.

This is less likely to happen, as in order to have his death be
symbolic on the night of Lailat al-Kader, moslems would have to
admit that Arafat was spoken to by allah himself, and that his
death is a sign that his words are to be whole-heartedly honored
and obeyed.

It’s bad enough that the IDF is bracing for riots and increased
violence in PA-controlled areas following the news of Arafat’s
death. But to have millions of moslems suddenly claim Arafat as
a prophet will make matters worse for Jews, and Christians
around the world. It’s already bad enough that a BBC reporter
cried over his release to a Paris hospital. The added sympathy,
honor, mourning, and allegiance to his teachings will only
congeal supporters world-wide as well.

I see therefore, a potential polarization of East versus West,
of People of the Book versus Islam in the coming days. Saudi
Arabia is already treating the war in Iraq as a holy war.
PA-bred terrorists are already in Iraq killing Americans and
other national groups the same way they’ve been killing Jews in
Israel for years.

Arafat is not another Louie
Riel(http://www.thecanadianencyclopedia.com/index.cfm?PgNm=TCE&Pa
rams=J1ARTJ0006837), to be decried, then enshrined, then
decried, then a statue built, repeatedly going from hero to
villain and back again. Arafat, plain and simple, is a villain
on a massive scale. He will be a hero to the strain of Islam he
revived and its sympathizers, and a villain to those who don’t
adhere or sympathize with his ways and teachings.

I say be watchful in coming days. Whether intended by the PA
leadership or not, Islam may have just turned a corner. Jews and
Christians beware.

You might already know about the Essene Templars and how they tell their initiates that they are not connected to Masonry at the early stages of their indoctrination. One such person who has read a lot of my work discussed it with the Essene Patriarch who supported much of what I said about their origins. So when I say Templars I include pre-Christian derivatives of the Mystery Schools that have always had differing names, symbols, icons, effigy mounds, logos, and associations. Most of the rituals remain connected to ancient guilds and priestcraft to be sure.

Stonehenge, Cholula and the Ka’aba of Mecca are ever-present reminders of what knowledge and power lie dormant in the macrochips of metal or rocks. The Kensington Runestone is a touchstone to gain insight into how perverse the academics can be. Hanno left a stone in New England that tells of 30,000 men brought to America before Jesus adopted the moniker of Christ or Christos (if he ever did). The Melungeons near the mounds of Pennsylvania might be the reason Columbus brought an Arabic (Berber) translator on his third trip to America rather than the Ogham-based Hebrew scholar he had on his first voyage. The Bat Creek Nine left the Roman Collosseum and its lions to other Christians, but the archaeologists who found their skeletons held the nearby rock upside down and thought it was Cherokee rather than Judaic or Semitic script according to a top linguist named Cyrus Gordon who has written extensively about the European and America cross-pollinations. All of these things are just recent history when compared with the 250,000 year-old Mexican human artifacts or Leakey’s 200,000 year old arrowheads from the shores of the old Salton Sea.

Needless to say if this giant of archaeology would be ridiculed for such evidence, so will I. Dr. Lee and his boss at the National Museum of Canada lost their livelihood and suffered persecution for telling what they thought about the Manitoulin Island quarries dating to 130,000 years ago. But there is so much evidence now that the hegemony must begin to adapt and admit their errors. It isn’t really likely that it was just a matter of simple errors of lack of information when you consider the ancient authors like Strabo, Herodotus and Plutarch as well as Plato and many more told these same stories; even if they did have less hard evidence. All the writers who wrote about circumnavigating Libya on two or three year voyages are likely talking about voyages to the Americas. We don’t care if it was pseudo-Aristotle or Hammilco - the stories have the ring of truth simply because it was possible and men are adventurous and courageous enough to try it. The hard evidence is not explainable by any other method.

In Crossan’s excellent and open-minded book called The Historical Jesus, I see room for another speculation about Jesus and the likelihood of Jewish writing found in Cherokee country or Tennessee. Gordon ties it in with the Christians and Lions treatment of Rome, but this could have been going on amongst seafarers like the Kelts and Druids for long before that or even Rome. Freedom-seeking mariners might well have left the Mediterranean for the Americas for safer places if for no other reason. This book mentions a Jesus who was head of the brigands or bandits in the time of Josephus and a deal to co-opt these 800 mercenaries or thieves that Josephus made a deal with. Could there have been many Jesuses and the one we amalgamate into Jesus from a non-existent town (name in no records) of Nazareth; whose actual name appears to be Yeshua bar Joseph?

“I conclude, therefore, that a widespread revolt of peasantry spearheaded by banditry took place in 52 C.E., that Josephus suppressed it much more in Jewish War than in Jewish Antiquities, and that Quadratus came south, as Tacitus said, to quell an insurrection and not just to adjudicate a complaint. In plain language, the First Roman-Jewish War almost started in 52 C.E., and it almost started among peasants and bandits rather than among aristocrats and retainers. But since, in Roman eyes, those latter were responsible for keeping order, saving them might well have meant gaining the support of Pallas, for which the price was Felix his brother as next procurator. That might also explain why Jewish Antiquities 20.162 records tensions between Jonathan and Felix, even though, as it says demurely, he himself ‘had requested [Claudius] Caesar to dispatch Felix as a procurator of Judaea.’ Those, of course, are guesses, but guesses warranted by discrepancies in the records.

Be that as it may, and whatever the reasons, Felix went out as governor of Palestine between 52 and 60 C.E. Josephus mentions banditry twice during his rule, and, in each case, one but not the other of his parallel texts combines and confuses bandits with prophets. But, as seen earlier, it is necessary to ignore any mention of prophets or: as Josephus prefers to call them, ‘imposters’ and ‘deceivers,’…” (7)

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In his book The Purpose-Driven Life, Rick Warren tells us
clearly that life here is not about “us” but about God.

Have you ever heard people ask, “Why does God allow suffering?”
or “I can’t believe that if there is a God that He’d be so
cruel.” My personal favorite is “Why did God do this to me? I
deserve better!”

Hey, make no mistake about it–Mother Teresa was considered by
many to be a very good person. She cared for the poor, totally
changed her life, lived in poverty–you name it. In fact, we
could all pretty much agree that Mother Teresa was “better than
all of us” on the “good” scale.

Yet Mother Teresa knew that she needed grace.

Y’see, if Mother Teresa is better than you or me, and Mother
Teresa needed grace, what does that say about you and me?

God doesn’t “have it out for you” and He’s not trying to make
our lives hard. The “why” may not be answered until we get to
heaven! But I know this much… God did not create us so that He
could serve us.

This is a true story the events that took place that day are real and in no way fabricated nor exaggerated.

Waking up the morning of June first 1999 seven days before my wife Tonya’s 27th birthday was pretty much like any other morning. I was still a little bit tired because I had stayed up late the night before. But all in all it started out ok. Little did I know the events that were to occur later that day would affect my life forever?

Now before I go any farther let me explain a little bit about my wife. Tonya was a young woman of 26 years old. She had Struggled for quite some time with Alcoholism, Drug addiction, depression, and a mental disorder known as schizoaffective disorder that was well on its way to becoming full blown Schizophrenia.

In case you are unfamiliar with schizoaffective disorder. The most prevalent features are depression, delusions and hallucinations.

Tonya was doing wonderful though, she was taking her medication and was episode free for quite some time. She had even managed to stay drink and drug free for eight months. But that morning shortly after breakfast all that changed.

I had just cleared the table and went in to the bedroom to fine Tonya sitting on the bed shaking and crying, in a panic.

I asked her what was wrong. Her reply made my heart sink and just plane freaked me out.

She replied, “I am Dead.” Rather shocked from her answer I asked, what are you talking about. She didn’t seem to understand my question and continued. “I’m dead and so is my father and they put my back together using his body parts.”

I realized then what was happening. She was having a hallucination. She had become delusional.

I sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand and assured her that she was very much alive and so was her father.

“Oh can we go see him?” She asked wanting proof that in fact her father was not dead.

Wanting desperately to bring some reality back to her I agreed and off to her parents house we went.

Well Tonya’s parents are big racing fans and as it turned out, her Mother and Father had left for the weekend to go to an automobile race. So when we arrived at their home they were not there. This just confirmed in Tonya’s mind that what her delusions were telling her were true. She was more frantic then ever.

I had been through this before with Tonya but never this bad. But I knew that in time it would subside… I hope anyway.

With nothing to do but wait it out and see what was coming next I decided to return to our apartment.

As we were driving towards home Tonya started to come back to reality and gain a bit of composure. This was great for the brief moment it lasted.

No sooner had she started to come back to reality when she blurted out, “I need a drink!”
“Please get me some wine coolers?”

“O.M.G!” What now? Tonya had not had a drop of alcohol for 8 months and now she was demanding a drink.

Knowing what I had already gone through with her past drinking and with the events of that morning. I was quite up set with the thought of her starting to drink again.

“NO!” I will not buy you any wine coolers. You haven’t had a drink in 8 months I’m not going to be the one to help you get started again now. I told her.

Of course this just started a big argument. She wanted wine coolers and she was not going to take no for an answer. One thing about Tonya is that if she wanted something she would be relentless and hound you until she got her way. So we argued the rest of the way home.

It was getting close to the time I had to leave to go to a doctor appointment I had scheduled at noon and Tonya was still hounding me.

“Enough!” I broke and went to the store and bought her the damned wine coolers.

Tonya must have chugged the whole 4 pack because within 15 minuets she was back in my face demanding that I go back to the store and get her more wine coolers.

I all but lost it. I don’t know when I had felt that mad in quite some time. Having to go to my appointment anyway I stomped out in anger. As I slammed the door behind me I raised my hands up to the sky and shouted. “God Take This Woman Away From Me!” And went on to my doctor appointment.

I was at the doctor’s office for the rest of the afternoon. I got home around 5:00 that evening to find the apartment empty. Tonya Was gone and she didn’t leave a note as to where she had gone.

Time went by and Tonya had not come home. So I began to worry a bit. I called around to hospitals and the police. No one had seen nor heard about her. It began to get really late and Still Tonya was not home. By this time worry swelled to panic, I jumped into the car and drove all over town looking for her but she was no ware to be found.

The rest of that night was spent driving and looking or on the phone to hospitals or the police still no sign of Tonya.

The thing is, I knew something had to be wrong. Because despite her obvious faults Tonya loved me and would have never stayed away from home all night with out at least calling. Many times in the past it had gotten late and she would call and say “Honey can you come get me.” And I would.

“But not this time.”

It was about 7:30 Am the morning of the first. I must have dozed off for a few moments. Waking up I searched the room for any sign that Tonya had come home. Nope she was still M.I.A. I had to get up and get on the road. I promised my oldest son that I would teach him how to spray paint the door to my car. I was restoring a Chevy Beretta GTZ and I told him he could help me with it.

Still worried about Tonya I went to pick him up.

We got back to my apartment around 8:30am. As I pulled up in to the parking lot were I was going to perform my auto body masterpiece. One of the men that worked down stares from my apartment came rushing up to tell me. “There is a detective from the police department in my shop looking for you.”

At that moment my heart sank and began to race all at the same time. Half of me hoped that they had found Tonya safe and sound. While the other half just knew that something terrible had happened.

Hesitantly I hurried to the shop down stares from my apartment to meet the detective. At the door a man in a blue suit, black shoes and a two-dollar haircut asked, “Are you Michael Walrath?” “Yes.” I answered. Before I could add anything else he responded. “This is about Tonya.” Then ask me if I would join him in his car.

Once in the car the detective told me the bad news… “Tonya is dead!” It rang out like a gun shot that hat hit me right between the eyes… “Tonya Is Dead!” Some ware deep in side of me I already knew it but that was no consolation. My wife was gone. The woman that I love was gone. The woman that I had been so angry with the day before was gone.

If you could only realize the hurt, panic, sorrow, and guilt I felt at that moment. After all I did leave in a state of rage. I did raise my hands to the air and shout to God. “Please Take This Woman Away From Me!” I did leave not even saying goodbye or telling her that I love her. She Was Gone!

I won’t go into detail of what happened to her here. I will just say that it was not from natural causes nor by her own hand, and it was very brutal.

No I don’t blame God. I also don’t blame myself. And Of course I certainly don’t blame Tonya.

It was not Tonya’s fault that she had a disease. And God has no fault. God searches our harts and he will give us what truly resides with in. As far as my self though even though I know I am not to blame. A part of me knows that if I had been able to pray to God with an understanding of prayer and how to communicate what was in my heart long before this tragedy had ever happen it might not have went down like it did.

This sad but true story has many morals. One could be never leave a loved one in anger with out telling them you love them. There are many more you could derive from this tale. But the one that I am here to stress is, learn to speak to God. Talk to him every day. Tell him what is in your heart and on you mind. Ask him to help and guide you, to give you strength and wisdom. But the most important thing is Never Ask God For Something That You Are Not Ready To Receive.

Michael has been active on the internet for over ten years and invites you to Learn How To Pray, You can learn about the Power Of Prayer. Got to http://com-to-you.com.pray.html