23 Oct 2010 ~ Thunderbird Ceremonies

23 OCT 2010

Thunderbirds appear in the sky !!!
23 Oct 2010
Mississauga, Ontario in Canada


Long Count 12.19.17.14.10

FULL MOON

7 Ok = Maya Calendar Date

Kin 198
Harmonic 50: Overtone Matrix Self-regulate universal fire of radiance
White Electric Mirror

 

Susan Lynne Schwenger
23 Oct 2010


23 OCT 2010
-- Ceremony on
The Thunderbird Mounds
- gathering water
from The Humber River
- the river, i was born on
~ this is the area of turtle island;
that The Thunders aka The Thunderbirds
& Medicine People from all the tribes gathered
(i was in my 53rd year (52) in this pic)
The Day of The Final Ceremony
~ The Lighting of The Final Fire
from here, i went into ceremony
on The Burial Mound
and, held the 'north' gate
~ profoundly interesting day
23 OCT 2010
Not far from The Thunderbird Mounds in toronto on The Humber River, in Ontario, Canada
- the river, i was born on

 

Thunderbirds on my crown...
The Thunderbirds are here!!!
are you ready ???
February 28, 2018
(so, i am 59 years, 2 months old)

 

Susan Lynne Schwenger
December 24, 2013 ·

and, then a huge black raven flew over my house

 

i'm almost '2'

The Eulogy for My Dad

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08 MAY 2013

- This is The Moon that took my Dad
from this life cycle to his neXt one,
there is a story to this moon,
which i will tell...
maybe, later tonight
~ it is known, as The Tipped Moon
it takes oft times The Thunderbirds
back home

Susan Lynne Schwenger
31 OCT 2013

The Eulogy for My Dad
-Murray Bruce “Muff” Schwenger

Born 31 OCT 1931 - Left Earth 08 MAY 2013
Delivered: 14 May 2013

– Turner & Porter, Butler Chapel
- Dundas Street West, Toronto, Ontario Canada

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Summer 1959 - Susan (age 7 months)
& Muff aka Murray Bruce Schwenger,
her dad - age 27

"Thank you for choosing to invest your time
in being here with all of us today.

Dad always said,

“That an investment of time into the lives
of others was one of the only things,
that would pay back the type of dividends
that were truly worth chasing after in this lifetime.

The Master of Time,
was almost always right,
except when it came to futures

To see myself, and all of my family
currently surrounded by
so many good people that Dad loved,
and, who loved our Dad is absolutely amazing.

Thank you for choosing to be here,
to share in this
~Our Last Good-bye to him.

Thank you to all of you
~for loving us.

A Special “Thank You”
To George Provost & Carol Handy – Moloney - Provost
for setting up the special Memorial tables.

A Special “thank you”
To Bill Spring & Janice Handy – Spring
for the special meal prepared with love
for the family yesterday.

And, to Janice for your time given to prepare
The Order of Service, Agenda and Brochure.

~All of your eyes created all the fine details,
along with your investment of time
your caring & loving inputs
has greatly assisted us
in putting this all together
with measures of grace
& love, and with ease.

Our family, will be eternally grateful
to all of you.

On behalf of my family, we thank you
from the bottom of our hearts !!!

And, of course, A special thank you to all of you
who have helped us & who have stood by us.

During the times before,
and, those times in the hospice
without all of you, and, your help
this would have been a lot harder for us to bare,
and, much less stressful than t was.

There are far too many here today,
to stop, to recognize you all personally
in this precise moment of time.

However, we know who you are
and, that is all that is important.
So, thank you !!!

Thank You for coming out today
to exchange with all of us.

I would like to start out by saying:

I was always incredibly proud to be
Murray Bruce “Muff” Schwenger’s daughter...
and, his number 2 dolly,
my mum was always his number 1 dolly.

MURRAY BRUCE “MUFF” SCHWENGER
Was born on the 31st of October in 1931
On Hallowe’en evening at 10:31 pm EST
Weighing in at a whopping 10 lbs 3.1 oz...

His Mother Goldie, my grandmother
always said it made him,
her “SPECiAL TRiPLE TEN
DASH THiRTY ONE TRiCK or TREAT”.

He had an older sister,
Lucille who married Barry Yates.

And, he had an older brother,
Wallace who married Jean Bird.

Losing his beloved mother "Goldie"
at the tender age of 21, in 1953
~had a major impact on My Dad’s life.

Fortunately Mum came into DAD’s Life,
And, she brought with her some truly
amazing people
~ her parents Viola Mae Drury - Handy
& James Edward Handy Jr.
~and Grandma Teresa Kopitowski – Drury
Which gave dad back some ‘new-found’ mothers.

He also gained brothers Merv & Donald Handy
And sisters Joan, Janice & Carol Handy.

As, well as, Marg Ryan, Gloria Airhartyt,
Alice Deforge, Lloyd Fletcher, William Spring,
George Provost,
And Michael Moloney.

And, he loved each & everyone of them,

As, if they were his own blood brothers & blood sisters.

They blessed him with a wonderful & rich assortment
of nieces & nephews, who loved him,
and, who he loved dearly,
and, they almost all called him “Uncle Muff”.

To many of his friends,
he was known simply as “Muff”.

To his beloved wife of 56 years,
he was known as “Murr”.

There are a lot of amazing words
I would have to utilize to describe My Dad
& The Assortment of Great Lessons
that he spent his valuable time to teach me.

~In a nutshell,
he was a ‘real’ Master of Time

He ran his private life & his public life the same.

He taught us, the great lessons of:

Acceptance & Appreciation

Bravery & Courage

Compassion & Courtesy

Fair mindedness

Forgiveness & Grace

Honour & Humility

Patience & Perseverance

Respect for Authority & Respect for Elders

Which resulted in my own knowing
& understanding of:

The importance of giving of my time
unselfishly,
and, being in loving service to others .

My Dad was a great story-teller

~stuffed full of a lot of Stories & Wisdom

and he applied & infused measures
of all of these things
Into all of the equations
he weaved in his life.

Truth was important to My Dad,
because,
Truth is the highest expression of love.

My Dad was known for his beautiful handwriting, jewelry arts, and clock and watchmaking skills.

He had magnificent hands, with long,
beautiful, gentle and, large fingers
that spanned 8.5 octaves
– and, he possessed a set of highly skilled
healing hands.

For awhile, I believed all men possessed this skill

Sadly, I was disappointed,
when I discovered that this was NOT a truth

but, rather my dad was a very rare
& talented man.

He fixed many special things,
for many special people.

He was my own private Mr. Fix it !!!

Back when i was 2, i broke a glass,

Before anyone could react
to what had happened,

I piped up, and, said ...
“That is OK, Daddy can fix it !!!”

I grew up, believing all men could fix anything

sadly, i was oft times disappointed

since, that was NOT a real truth.

It took me a long time to find a good man

Like my dad, fortunately,

I have found those same type of measures

in my good friend & life partner
Past Chief Timothy Gregory "Tim" Restoule.

One of the greatest lessons,
my father ever taught me,
was the investment of
‘giving unselfishly of your time’ .

Thank you for all choosing
to make the investment
of your valuable time
to be here with all of us today...

Today marks an important passage in time.

It is a day, where I get to say my last goodbyes

To my Dad.

The caring, kind & thoughtful things
many of you have done for all of us,

during both of my parents struggles with cancer
and, during my fathers last days

which spans NOT only over the last five years,

but, over our complete lifetime,
has NOT gone unnoticed.

It is through all of you,
that many of us,
Get to learn the lessons associated with
giving of your time unselfishly to others.

This ironically was one of Mum’s & Dad’s
greatest attributes.

The true gift of time can NOT be measured...

For everyone who was ever lucky enough
& fortunate to have their paths cross
with DAD
they would all tell you,
he was always a ‘treat’ to be around
~ even right up until the very end.

He NEVER shared with me
any of his fears,
although, I am sure,
he must of had them.

In many ways,
he always spent a lot of his time
protecting his family,
and, keeping us safe
and, he did this
right up until the end.

There are a lot of parts
of this last five years,
that still seem totally surreal

~ in fact,
I might find myself trying to describe it
like a bad dream
or a horrible nightmare.

And, for the first time, in my own life,

i just did NOT know what to do.

The question of

~ How on earth can bad things
happen to good people ?

surfaced frequently.

Dad was always clever,
creative & innovative.

Dad always had an amazing sense
of humour,

Which resulted in him coming up with

An assortment of funny things
to do to people !!!

Fortunately, the bulk of these things

Fit into the category of harmless pranks,

which after the initial fear factor,

left a lasting impression .

Which solicited hugs, smiles,
tears & laughter from others.

It seems Dad reserved
these hilarious
“treats & tricks”
for those people
that he loved the most !!!

Dad had a special way of being

~he was genuine, strong & real

~his smile
& his laugh where both contagious

~he lit up a room with his presence
when he entered it

Dad loved the ritual of dressing up
~ hallowe’en style

Dad also loved getting dressed up,
Putting his #1 Dolly

– My MUM on his arm,
And, going out bowling,
dancing or to a good movie.

He also enjoyed ‘eating’ good food.

He almost always looked good
& smelled good.

He took great pride
in his ability to accomplish &
complete projects,
he could fix almost anything.

My Dad was born i
n The Steel City of Hamilton
back in 1931,
and, perhaps that lent Dad
one of the true measures
of his many strengths.

Up to age 6,
he spent his time spread between

The family home in Hamilton, Ontario &
Cedar Springs near Kilbride, Ontario
where they lived in a log cabin
with a stone fireplace
Which overlooked 16 mile creek,
and, a golf course.

It was built with loving hands
by his father Albert,
as a wedding present
for his mother
Goldie Cameron Mckenzie.

For one year, they lived on HWY 10
in Mississauga, ontario
in a grand old house
with a big clock in front
~which very likely created
his early interest
in the inner workings
of clocks & watches.

My Dad was NOT only
a Master Horologist
aka Clock & Watchmaker, but also a
Graduate Jeweler (GJ)

Who practiced his art for exactly 60 years,

Since he graduated from school
on the 7th of May 1953,
And, crossed over
on the 8th of May 2013.

More importantly,
my dad was a real Master of Time

~He was a man who understood
the ‘real’ value
of exchanging & sharing his time
Unselfishly with others...

He was a great exchanger
& incredible teacher
who created the type of friendships
with others,
that lasted for his entire lifetime.

In 1939, when Dad was in his 9th year (8),

His family moved away from the steel city

to The Big Smoke aka Toronto

into the heart of Bloor West Village
and, they lived at 319 Durie Street.

Albert & Goldie instilled the importance
of getting a good education,

the love of cottage life,
being out in nature
& a love of the great outdoors.

~fishing, golfing, hunting,
skiing, racket
& water sports
where all featured prominently.

Dad excelled at every one of them.

Living amongst nature gave Murray
a very healthy respect for all living things,
Which he also instilled into his own family.

His mother was an avid 'rock' & 'wild-flower' gardener,

As, well as, an expert quilter
~she was killed by a drunk truck driver on Hamilton Mountain in 1953
When Dad was in his 22nd year.

She left behind a half finished double wedding band quilt, which is on display here, in its finished form.

This quilt was finished by Lynda's mother Viola Mae Drury - Handy, my grandmother
& Grandmother Efie aka Theresa Kopitowski – Drury, my great-grandmother.
~so, it is very rare,
to have one quilt,
that was made
by 2 mothers & 1 grandmother.

Today, it is just one
of our assortment
of real family treasures.

Dad was always a great lover
of dogs & cats in his childhood.

He also had his own 'in house'
breeding business of tropical fish
which he brought
into his married life with Mum.

One of my Dad’s favourite
past times was dancing.

He was an accomplished
Square Dancer
& Square Dance Caller.

He taught me
& his granddaughter “Jamie”
how to dance.

He also enjoyed the social dances
at The Palias Royale
on The Lake in Toronto, Ontario
which is where, Mum & Dad
first met back in July of 1954.

One of the things,
that my dad always said to me,
Was that the first time
he ever danced with Mum

He knew, without any doubts
or any reservations,
that she was the girl for him.

~There have been many times in my life

That I, along with many others
have marvelled
at their ability to dance together

NOT as two, but, as one.

Music was another love
in My Dad’s life.

My Mum once said to me,
If there was any song,
That summed up,
everything
My Dad,
Was to her,
it would be the song
“Perhaps Love”
By Placido Domingo
& Johnny Denver.

Dad proposed to my mum
on her birthday
the 5th of January 1956

And, on the 19th of May 1956
they were married.

Their union lasted almost 57 years,

He left earth,
just 11 days short
of their 57th Anniversary.

He honoured his wedding vows,
right to the very end.

~The most remarkable gift
Dad ever gave me,
Was, that he truly loved Mum.

Their union was a great love story.

After Dad & Mum got married

They lived in Mum’s Apartment
from her single days

And, they eventually moved
into Grandpa Schwenger’s house
to save money for there own house,
while Lucille his sister
lived at Cedar Springs during the summer.

They also lived briefly,
in a flat at 387 Durie Street,
prior to purchasing a home,
at 7 Henley Crescent
in Rexdale in 1957
next door to The Mandersons
who had 9 children.

Mum had made Dad
agree to having six children,
before she accepted his engagement ring.

After struggling with 9 months
of terrible illnesses
associated with pregnancies
while carrying Ken & me

-they decided that having
2 children was enough !!!

From Patter to Spooky, Daisy to Buddy
Dad loved all of our cats
~ after the death of Buddy
Dad secretly visited the Etobicoke Humane Society
~ however, he was never quite brave enough to come home with The 5th cat.

Dad was a good man
~he was a great provider
~he excelled in the things that truly matter

He gave us the greatest gift of all,
he always, and, in all ways gave us his time,
and, he did that unselfishly.

He helped us become & develop into good people.

His ability to help people to fix things,

Along with his caring, kind,
and thoughtful nature

Lead him to experiencing
a very rich & full life.

With 4 good cats,
and, 1 good wife
Along with 2 good kids,
you would think,
that would be enough.
Mum & Dad often
opened their home,

To assist others,
in their time of need.

Cousin Shane,
and Cousin Matthew
both lived with us
for short periods of time.

They always were caring,
considerate, kind, loyal,
loving, loveable
and thoughtful towards
each other,
and, to others.

My first camping
& fishing trip with my dad
consisted of a Canvas Tent
with no floor
and 13 Poles

– Back in 1962,
at the age of 3 ½

When the two of us
Set off for
the great white north alone

-Dad had me in an inner tube
catching little green frogs for bait,
and, he was fishing right
off a dock in The Muskoka River

-he had set down his pole
for just a minute
And, The Big Whopper hit the line

And, before you knew it
-his pole was sliding off
the dock and into the water

-Dad did NOT take any kind of defeat easy

So, off came the watch,
he handed it to me,
and, he told me
to stay exactly where I was,
and, he actually dove
into the water,
after the fishing pole.

At that particular moment,
I was sure,
I had lost my dad forever
-anyway, as,
most good fishing stories go
The Whopper got away,
he recaptured his pole

And, our camping
& fishing trip continued.

Dad was also kind to his own father
Taking him away on boating trips
to fish, hunt & camp.

~The Lessons about interacting
in NATURE started young.

Dad only had ONE major rule...
And, it was a simple one !!!

-“You always leave a place,
better than you found it “
~Murray Bruce “Muff” Schwenger

You always use up
anything you take,
& that old adage
of waste NOT, want NOT
Was the cardinal rule!!!

And,
If there is a good use
for something,
you do NOT throw it out !!!

This earth
& this world has become
a better place
because Murray Bruce “Muff” Schwenger
exchanged & lived in it for over 81 years.

The last conversation,
that I shared with Dad
was exactly,
what I thought it would be,

Although, I had always hoped,
and, always prayed,
That something would occur,
that would miraculously heal him.

The set of circumstances
that were beginning to play themselves out
were definitely NOT leading in that direction.

On my last visit to Dad with Tim,
before he went off to the hospice,

He asked me, to promise to get
Ken & Pam, Allan & Jamie, & Tim & myself

To look after, as, well as
look out for My Mum
in the days to come.

I know, it will be both
an honour & a privilege
To honour this,
his last request !!!

Looking around this room,
And, seeing the type of people
who were Dad’s & Mum’s family & friends
it gives me that inner sense of real knowing,
that my Dad was truly the greatest man
that I have ever known

– fortunately for me,
Past Chief Timothy Gregory
"Tim" Restoule is just like him.

One of the greatest things about DAD

Was, that he was always,
ready, willing
& able to lend his ear or his hand.

He valued ‘good friends’

And, could always be relied upon
As, your confident & your best friend.
If, something was broken
He always knew how to FIX- IT !!!

i’ve often heard my mother say...
“It is, what it is !!!”
But, is it ?

I know that my life,
without My Dad
is NOT going
to be the same again

~and, I know I am going to miss him.

You know, if I had to think of
the greatest gift My Dad
ever gave To Ken & I,
I’d have to say,
It was that
he truly loved Our Mum.

I know it allowed us,
to grow up in a house
that was very balanced,
a place that was full of love,
peace & tranquility
& we both were able
to transport all of that,
into our own two lives
with our partners.

So, Thank You Dad,
for The All the great life of lessons,
and, for loving all of us.

Thank you for always making sure
that I have always known
I was loved each & every day of my life.

I love you, Dad,
and I will miss you more than I can say.

With all my love, and, my respect
Until we cross paths again,
JOURNEY WELL !!!

Your daughter,
Susan Lynne Schwenger

"Love is NOT what you say..
.Love is what you DO !!! "

• Susan Lynne Schwenger

My Dad's Departing Moon

08 May 2013
The Moon my Dad rode out on

08 May 2013
The Moon my Dad rode out on

There is a story, i think i wrote it
about those souls, who choose to depart upon the night of:
The Tipped Canoe in The Sky
~susan @13linesofspirit
(i'll need to find it)

 

my good friend

The Departing Moon of Biship Allen Wright rode out on



29 NOVEMBER 2014
(A REAL 11-11) in a year of 7 or 2/14=5 (which is also 7)



Thanks for all the good eXchanges !!!

Photograph Credit: eastcorkpainter on November 29, 2014 · Full Moon over Knockadoon from Garryvoe


PHOTO CREDIT: 29 NOV 2014 - MoonBase Commander Background MBC

JOURNEY WELL, AND, UNTIL WE ARE ALL REUNITED AGAIN; MAY EVERYONE JOURNEY WELL
Om shanti shanti shanti ~ Susan Lynne Schwenger

"13 lines of spirit, i've not seen that before !!!
when you truly awaken to all that you are,
you will remember, these words !!!
bishop allen right (1977) 35 years ago

 

Another great friend - taken way too soon

The Departing Moon of my great friend and eXchanger
Yogi Maha A. S. Narayana (Alfred Schmielewski) Giri Master Avatar
April 11, 1999

Total Solar eclipse 1999 in France. * Additional noise reduction performed by Diliff.
Original image by Luc Viatour.
Luc Viatour - www.lucnix.be



All, we can say, is WOW !!!

This was some kind of departure !!!

He also, had predicted he would be shot !!!

Alfred, there will always be another time

and, we are glad you visited asking "show me the way to Agartha"

Journey well, my good eXchanger & friend
and, until we are reunited again
May everyone journey well
Always, remember...
there will always be another time
~ Susan Lynne Schwenger

Life and Death of Yogi Alfred Narayana

By Paul Collins on Thursday, January 31, 2013

Yogi Narayana was born Alfred Schmielewski in Austria in 1928. When he was a child, he dreamed of a great light hovering over his bed in the golden shape of a lamp.
He spent the first few years of his life in the village of Norkitten, a district of Insterburg in Eastern Germany. His father was a carpenter. In 1930, his family moved to Berlin, where he received a private education from tutors. At age 7, he met an Oriental sage on a Berlin Street, leading to 30 years of yoga studies. In 1935, Schmielewski became a disciple of Sri Bhagavan Satguru Babgi Maha Avator, who is the root Guru of the Giri succession of masters and grand master of yoga, one of the Asiatic immortals. Two years later, the sage had Schmielewski join a school for children with paranormal, congenital gifts, where he developed his psychic abilities. Between the ages of 10 and 14, Schmielewski would go to the Merry Go Round Amusement Park at Spreewald. Here he used his advanced mental abilities to fix and win at the wheel of fortune type game, shooting galleries, and dice tables, leading him to win lots of prizes.
During World War II, Schmielewski would warn friends, family, and even strangers where not to go when the allied forces dropped bombs on Germany. He wanted them to survive and not face a horrific, fiery death. Some people, however, thought he was mad. “My own father,” he wrote in his online Autobiography, “was frightened of my abilities and threatened to shoot me with a gun to make me silent at such a time.” Schmielewski then kept silent to avoid the suspicion of the Nazis. That school that Schmielewski attended was kept hidden through the ingenuity of its rector, who portrayed the education location as a perpetually bankrupt artist type school which needed constant donations. Thus, the officials would avoid it, keeping the children safe.
After the war, Schmielewski went back to live with his family. He then went to the Berlin Academy of the Arts. In 1952, he met his late wife, Bianca Rogge, a famous dancer. They then immigrated to Canada, where his wife started a school of modern interpretive dance and he founded the Yoga Forum of Canada, where he taught yoga. They then moved to Australia and visited Europe. Somewhere along the way, Schmielewski went alone to Hong Kong, Chiang Mei Thailand, India, Cairo, to Paris, and then onto West Berlin. When they returned to Canada, Schmielewski predicted many events, including the Kennedy Assassination. He also wrote the Western Book of the Dead and The Gospel of the Twentieth Century.
In the 1960’s, Narayana foresaw a nuclear war. In 1968, he appeared briefly on CBC’s This Hour Has Seven Days and he spoke about it.
In 1971, he went professional as a psychic. He went to New York and attended the psychic fairs circuit, meeting the wives of the well to do which led to big names on Wall Street. This led Narayana to be hailed as a Wall Street Super Psychic. At the death of his wife, he returned to live in Germany. He then came back to Toronto. During his psychic readings, he would tell the good things and bad things about the client to their face, all blunt and exact like the Good German he was. His intent was to make the individual see themselves in a new light.
He adopted the name Alfred Narayana because a Berlin publisher did not like his given name. When I met Narayana in 1995, he lived alone in a home in Mississauga, Ontario. In his main room, he had three signed and framed thank you letters from Brian Mulroney, before he was prime minister, when he was in government, and in his retirement years. “I never worked a day in my life,” he told all his clients. “When I first met Mulroney, he was age 33 and had just failed his law school exams and was driving a fish truck in Baie-Comeau, Quebec.” To me, Narayana was an imposing 6 foot 7 man with a deep voice. He was much like an actor from the Broadway stage–he was larger than life.
His clients were from the political world, movie and music business. He read prime ministers, ambassadors, and other celebrities. “I met Madonna,” he told a friend of a friend, “She is actually quite ugly in person, not beautiful at all, but she is a good business woman. You should be a good business woman like Madonna, be a good business woman like Madonna.” What an encouragement.
Out of the blue, he was murdered on April 11, 1999, on a quiet street in the Cawthra-Q.E.W. area of Mississauga. His murder has never been solved.
According to this article, just after 3:30pm a couple showed up to view the house. Seconds before 3:50pm in Narayana’s basement the prospective home buyers and the real estate agent heard an exchange of voices, then a series of pops, followed by what sounded like someone dropping to the floor above them. They ran upstairs and found Narayana’s crumpled just inside the storm door of the home, smoke from the gunfire still in the air. He’d been shot multiple times in the head at point-blank range from a slight upward angle, not surprising given the yogi’s stature. Gunshot residue was found on his face and chest.
“We had to hold some things back from the media, things only the killer would know and that investigators could use to trip him or her up in an interview,” said the lead investigator to Mississauga Life News.
Detectives went back to his yoga studio days and spoke with former students, psychic peers and everyone who’d ever dealt with him. “We interviewed well over 900 people who knew him or were his clients, administered about a half dozen polygraph tests. It was an incredible amount of work, but we came away with frustratingly little,” the police told the same media publication. “Except for the one phone call, we never came what I’d say was close.”
On day two of the investigation, a call was transferred into the homicide office from the Peel Police switchboard. The lead investigator just happened to pick it up. “The caller said they knew a person who knows the killer’s ID, but is deathly afraid of coming forward,” he recounts. He still avoids identifying the caller’s gender on purpose: one last hold- back for investigators.
“The caller wanted to know what could be done to protect the informant’s identity. I told the caller about Crime Stoppers, ways to protect ID, ways to pass on the information – I gave the caller every option I could think of.” The lead investigator gave the caller every imaginable way to reach him again should the friend with the information decide to do so.
Was the call a ruse, designed to see how close investigators were getting to the killer, or a possible attempt to implicate an unknown enemy? That remains a mystery too; the follow-up call never came. The murder of Alfred S. Schmielewski, a.k.a. Yogi S. Narayana, has never been solved.
Over the years, before his death, Narayana conducted classes on philosophy, including Yoga courses. A number of clients were invited and became his group of devotees. Whenever he needed a chore to be completed, one of them would be asked to complete such a task. They came to be called his Group Members. To outsiders, they would come across as kooky, enlightened characters, whatever your choice of words. In time, they bonded and knew each other as family. There was said to be an initiation process to join such a small organization of individuals. At the funeral, everyone had a perfect alibi. If you were an unlucky bystander in such a circumstance, they would pounce upon you, suggesting you were a possible suspect in the then coming murder investigation. Some of these people were polygraphed but still their weirdness only added to the perfect murder mystery.
In time, I conducted an interview with Michael Telstarr, paranormalist and an escape artist, who had his own theory. “He was a tall man who was always sharply dressed,” Telstarr told me in a downtown café, “He was always flying around on someone’s private jet, reading some bigwig. He knew something and that is why he was done in.” So Narayana knew prominent politicians, business leaders, movie stars, and rock stars, including some celebrities. He had Group Members to alleviate the loneliness of such a profession. Someone wanted him dead.
“He predicted his own murder 30 years ago,” someone told me at the funeral. “He knew he would be gunned down. He was open about it too.”
Gregory Henry Waters, a long-time associate had his own opinion. “He did not believe in telling people about his abilities because it would not help society,” Waters told me VIA email, ”Like Christ did so many cures,” he would continue, “ but society never changes so he thought doing these kind of things would only bring personal praise to himself which he believe was not his goal.. He was interested in bringing the truth about the divine life to western culture from his personal experiences as a yogi not from out of books.”
Narayana:When the human child is born, it contains in its nature a few seed-like potentials: A seed of consciousness, a mind, a spirit and a soul.

Few men undertake the immense labours needed to give birth to these things. For most men are naked apes.
Although they may look like men, they are ape beneath the surface.

The Autobiography of the Maha Yogi:
Commentary on his activities in the time ...

By Alfred Schmielewski, Yogi A.S. Narayana

his book - https://books.google.ca/books?id=mSpQAQAAQBAJ&pg=PT50&lpg=PT50&dq=Yogi Maha A. S. Narayana (Alfred Schmielewski) Giri Master Avatar&source=bl&ots=lriAXSm6R8&sig=MQJkYxaiwnW4eDu2mtR3tae92Fw&hl=en&sa=X&ei=QM60VMqnEcqMyATJo4HYAg&ved=0CDIQ6AEwBA#v=onepage&q=Yogi Maha A. S. Narayana (Alfred Schmielewski) Giri Master Avatar&f=false

"we are grateful for the eXchanges...
Alfred appeared to us in the ethers on april 11, 1999
and, said, 'show me the way to agartha'
and, we just thought he was playing a bilocation game.

JOURNEY WELL, and; until we are reunited again
may we both travel well ...
you, we have sadly missed
in fact, we still have some audio tapes
and, play them, from time to time
perhaps, one day; we will record them to youtube,
or, at least transcribe them
your prediction on us, is one we treasure
it made us KNOW, we were always on the right track

it reminds me, of something, a wise teacher said to me,
back in 1985, YOU !!!"

~ Susan Lynne Schwenger

"It will NOT be easy work,
although, it will take more than two decades,
and, when you get to that point, and, you look back,
you will see, quite clearly, it will all have been 'worth' your 'while'.
The information, you have, is ancient, as, well, as advanced,
and, when you put it out there, you will be seen,
as, a modern day version of Rudolf Steiner,
do you know who he is ?
(yes)

You are one, who holds the potential to bridge,
and, to span the gaps,
between philosophy / magic / mysticism"

Super Psychic Maha Yogi A.S. Narayana
aka Alfred Schmielewski (1975-1986)
JULY 1985

WELL-WELL
from one well, to another well
slosh it out there !!!
iT iS TiME !!!
OR
iT iS TYME!!!
~ Susan Lynne Schwenger
7 FEB 2011
(posted to: http://thuban.spruz.com/forums/pass...=BD6D8EBE-D9ED-48B2-A661-2569DAB8EFD8&lastp=1)



Only very recently in evolutionary History did these apes lose their fur. For many are the naked apes and few are the true men
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If you have any information on this case, you can provide it anonymously through Peel Crime Stoppers at: 1-800-222-TIPS (8477),
or call the Peel Regional Police Homicide and Missing Persons Bureau at 905-453-2121 Ext. 3205.
https://angiesdiary.com/psychology/life-and-death-of-yogi-alfred-narayana/

 

SAY IT TODAY...
because tomorrow it could be too late


" Journey well, our good friends, and, until we are all reunited again...
may everyone journey well
Always, remember...
There will be another time !!! "
~ Susan Lynne Schwenger

 

The list of friends
life 'n living has stolen
is so sad to reflect upon

18 OCT 2011

The Departing Moon of Gerardus Tros - Creator of www.soulwise.net
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