007As all of this builds up like a pressurecan print it. There is no end in sightto this liquidity trend, and everybodyknows it. Because Ben Bernanke ismanning the printing presses at the Fed,deflation is an impossibility. He’ll justprint more money. Everybody knowsthis.”The year <strong>2007</strong> will in all likelihoodshed some intense light on this entireprocess. If there is a sudden shock tothe US economy that causes a drasticslowdown (like a lot of central banksdumping dollars because of a recordtrade deficit), homeowners will bescrambling to make their payments.cooker modern medicine and the pharmaceuticalcompanies are assaultingchildren all over the world with a hideousform of medicine that is devastatingthem.Add to that the deliberate poisoningof populations with toxins hidden in thefood and water supplies and you havemassive crimes against humanity thatno-one is being held accountable for.For all those who support the hangingof Saddam Hussein, it should be knownthat scores of politicians, corporate executivesand health officials should beswinging next to him on the gallows forthe murder of literally millions of men,women and children.Water fluoridation, aspartame andMSG, and the use of mercury in vaccinesand dentistry jointly illustrate thispoint of madness in modern medicine.Crimes against humanity have neverbeen greater and the FDA takes the leadtelling everyone is all fine and safe andokay for our kids.The government only loves us if weact like cattle, feeding ourselves and<strong>2007</strong>: THE YEAR OF EVENTUALITIESour children to their corporate sponsors.Are we railing loudlyenough over health issues,proclaiming our angerat vaccinations infestedwith pollutants and toxins,deadly radioactive fluoridein our water, testing of ourchildren in schools to justifyforced drugging, and more?Emma HolisterBut everything is fine! Don’t worry;no one is going to get rid of our preciousdoctors no matter how enslavedthey are to the pharmaceutical people.Who cares that there is such a thingas pharmaceutical terrorism and thatmedicine has turned an insane corner,killing millions around the world eachyear through iatrogenic causes. It is allperfectly normal in a world that evil hasconquered.Enjoy life; eat, drink and be merry.And don’t forget to borrow some moremoney and spend, spend and spendsome more. Do your part to keep theparty going as long as possible and certainlydon’t lose any sleep over our collectivecatastrophe waiting to happen.For the masses this is the preferredstance until all choice is taken fromtheir hands. What most of us should reallybe doing is saving emergency fundsand taking care of certain fundamentalsthat will facilitate our comfort when thehuge downdraft takes civilization downa few notches.Though this might make sense tomany of us the secret power of themasses is found in the opposite. Consumerscould bring down the insanesuicidal system quickly just by curtailingtheir spending. Though the richand powerful rig many aspects of theeconomy, financial markets, and internationaltrade, they remain dependenton consumer spending to createnational wealth and keep the economyhealthy, because it accounts for some 70percent of the GDP.In one sense, they are not able tophysically force people to spend moneyyet through huge marketing campaignsand total control of the media they doan excellent job of keeping us spending.The world as we know it is about toend. And this actually is a very goodthing. It’s the fundamentals that willshape our future; there is absolutelyno question about that. Even in financeand economics there are fundamentallaws like gravity that have be abused,manipulated and stretched to theirultimate limits.But everything that goes up mustcome down eventually and this is especiallytrue with spending sprees basedon debt creation. Those in control havepostponed this eventuality for theirgain is our loss.The year <strong>2007</strong> is the year of eventualities,a year for us to begin to confrontreality; only those who are used toliving with truth will not be shockedwhen American society and our globalcivilization hits the hard wall of realitythat ‘we’ have created. This is that kindof reality that no one on earth has thepower to manipulate us out of.42<strong>Biophile</strong> Issue <strong>16</strong>
a global project of healing intentionHealing Mother Earthby Shelley YatesIn the messages I amreceiving, I am beingshown a way for us all toparticipate in a healing ofMother EarthTwo miracles happened: myson and I drowned in a floodedmarsh and not only lived to tellthe tale, but are now better than ever.(I was “dead” for fifteen minutes) and Iwas given a message on how to heal theEarth.As you are reading this I ask youwith all my heart to open yourself tothe possibility of what I say. I feel it isimperative that we unite this world asone planet with one common goal — toestablish peace and prosperity for all,not just the select few who were blessedto be in the right place at the right time.I had not had God in my life for fortyyears. I did however, as a child, chasethe possibility of God. I felt that thosepeople who had undying faith were thelucky ones, and the fact that I believedin nothing made me the loser. As a childI often spoke to God, but never feltheard or connected. It took life throwingme into a flooded marsh and drowningme, to open my eyes to the reality ofhow much we are all connected to theDivine power. There is something in theworks, but God is merely directing itthrough people like me, and it will takethe faith of people like you to create thereality.Now I will tell you the truth of whathappened to me, after a car accidentthat occurred in in Halifax, Nova Scotia,Canada in November 2002.My son and I were travelling to afriend’s house for an afternoon of play,when disaster hit. My car was sweptinto a flooded marsh after hydroplaning.The car landed upside down in thisboggy marsh, and sank to the bottom.I tried to open the car’s windows, butthe power windows failed and we weretrapped inside. I spoke with my tiny son(who was four at the time) and assuredhim that Mommy would get him out.The car was filling up quickly with thecold, murky water and I held my son’scoat tightly in my hand, while I waitedto be fully submerged. I hoped that Icould open the door after the car equalizedwith water and we would swim out.My final words to my little boy as thewater came over his head were: “Holdyour breath honey. Mommy will have usout soon”.I watched him take a large gulp of theremaining air, and the water took him.When I felt the last air pocket escapethe car I tried the door. It wouldn’tbudge! The other door was equallystuck. I struggled with the doors severaltimes, to no avail. We were trapped andgoing to die.At this point I took Evan’s little bodyand pushed it over the seat, hopingbeyond hope that he would find air. AsI drank a deep breath of water into mylungs, the fiery feeling added panic tothe moment. I wanted my baby backand I swung my arms feverously aboutin an effort to find his body. I couldn’t,and I needed to breathe again. That iswhen I heard a voice—a calm majesticvoice—directing me to relax. The voice“No shit!” I thought.“I get a wise-ass ghost onmy deathbed.”reassured me that all would be well andthat that if I fought the water I woulddrown.“No shit!” I thought, “I get a wise-assghost on my deathbed.”The voice continued to give meinstructions about what was to happen,and that all would be well if I just followedthe instructions. I relinquishedmyself to this voice from beyond, andpassed quietly into the other side.While on the other side I saw beingsof light, who once again assured me thatmy son and I would not only get out ofthis car, but we would both be fine. Theywere definite in explaining that I mustfollow instructions implicitly and notlose faith in their words.It took my rescuers fifteen minutes topull my lifeless body from that car, andanother seven minutes to revive me.I blurted out “Get my baby out of thecar”. Twenty two minutes had passed.The rescuers jumped back into thefreezing bog to retrieve my son. It tookthem another five minutes to free him.His limp body was transported to theIWK Children’s Hospital, where a teamof doctors and neurologists were waitingfor me. They told me that my littleboy was brain dead, that he was haemorrhagingthroughout his body, and thathis organs were non-viable.That is when the voice came to meagain. “Have faith, child.”The doctors advised me to unplugmy baby and let him pass peacefully, foreven if a miracle happened and he didlive, he would be a ‘vegetable’.Once again I heard the voice, “havefaith”.The doctors agreed to keep Evan onlife support, but advised me not to holdout any hope. He had less than one percentchance of living and then he wouldcontinue to be hooked to machines forthe rest of his life.It was in the quiet of my first momentalone, that I was given the instructionswhich saved my son. I was instructedto rebuild my son’s aura by infusing hisbody with the auras of others for twentyminutes at a time. Any longer, and itwould drain the aura of the giver. I wasThey instructed me toparade loving peoplethrough Evan’s room, eachdepositing their own energyfield into his lifeless body.instructed to bring loving people toEvan’s room, each depositing their ownenergy field into his lifeless body. Theywere to do this by touching him andallowing their energy to run through hisbody, and then to give Evan their “gift.”If they sang, they were to sing. If theywere story tellers, tell a story, and soon. Infuse him with positive energy andyour love and your talents, and this willrevive him.I brought loving humans into myson’s room every half hour, 24 hours aday, for three days. Dozens and dozensof people came. The fact that I was ableto convince the hospital to allow thiswas a miracle in itself. On the third day,after 72 hours of constant vigil, my boyopened his little eyes and recognizedme. He was back!Evan recovered all his body functions,and within two weeks he was runningdown the hall to the hospital playroom.I wanted to take him home andbe done with the whole nightmare, butmy light friends were not done with me:I continued to hear the voices and see<strong>Biophile</strong> Issue <strong>16</strong>43