Queer Financial Freedom Starts Now!

(LGBTQ Persons take note:  This woman is the most inclusive person I know! I have worked with her for over 25 years! She is sincere and wants to see all of us escape the chains of poverty thinking and buying into the propoganda the government feeds us about the economy and everything else! Register and attend this webinar!  MsQueer)

 

This FREE call is for you if you're on a spiritual journey and you want to:

• Experience unlimited abundance – but as you keep trying, and failing, to do so, your confidence continues to plummet
• Rediscover your inner passion – and ignite it so you can tirelessly pursue the life you truly want and deserve (because right now, you feel like you're just wandering – or spinning your wheels)
• Develop your personal power so you can define and achieve exactly what you want in life, so you can move forward with purpose and passion
• Feel empowered and powerful – rather than listless and hopeless – as you transcend your current levels of prosperity and spiritual fulfillment

 

FREE Training Call on Tuesday, March 5th at 1pm Arizona MT or 6pm Arizona MT.

http://demystifyingwealth.com/free-webinar

Sometimes, no matter how hard you work, achieving the wealth and abundance you SO want and deserve can be difficult – not to mention frustrating.

With all the dire news circulating about today's economy, wealth and abundance may seem like far off dreams. And if you've taken that news to heart, any attempts you've made to attract wealth probably haven’t worked, have they?

As a result, your confidence has dissolved. And you know that's not good for attracting abundance.
The good news is that it doesn't have to be this way.

With the right tools and skills – and confidence – you can FINALLY attract the wealth you really want.

I'm Grandmother Pa'Ris'Ha, and I'm dedicated to ending world poverty. As an educator – I taught Quantum Physics for 50 years before it became popular – I am a business coach and mentor. I've taught thousands of entrepreneurs how to utilize business technology. I'm globally acknowledged as Peacekeeper and Wisdom Path Teacher, and I've spent years teaching pathways to human development, health, wealth and happiness.

I specialize in attracting wealth and abundance, and that's exactly what I'm going to share during this complimentary training call, "3 Secrets to Attracting Unlimited Wealth."

Join me and learn:

• What "wealth" really is, and how to get it going
• The future of politics and economics, and what you can do about it
• How to overcome low self-confidence and increase your self-esteem when it comes to attracting wealth
• Proven skills you can hone, starting NOW, to begin attracting the wealth and abundance you deserve
• And more.

If you've ever joined me for a class or talk, you know I always provide information you can use immediately to improve the quality of your life. I hope you'll join me!

FREE Training Call on Tuesday, March 5th at 1pm Arizona MT or 6pm Arizona MT.

http://demystifyingwealth.com/free-webinar

Pa’Ris’Ha has taught Quantum Physics for fifty years, long before it became accepted and popular. She educates about how the brain functions and how to reprogram our thinking through scientifically proven neurophysiologic principles. She is a powerful business Coach and Mentor and she has taught thousands business technology, and has established hundreds of successful companies who today enjoy health, wealth and happiness. She is a master in organization and flow, time effectiveness and higher profit levels. She says, "Organization is Realization”™ She is dedicated and serves to end world poverty.

Ka’lu Rinpoche of Tibet, and Rinpoche T’Sering Wang’di of Bhutan have declared Pa’Ris’Ha a reincarnation of Buddha TARA. A Spiritual Archeologist she has Cherokee Native American and European ancestry. She is known as an Elder and traditionally addressed as "Grandmother" a term of endearment and recognition of valor’s earned. She is globally acknowledged as Peacekeeper, and Wisdom Path Teacher. She is fun, caring, and delightful, you will be filled with insight and information that you have wanted for a very long time.

Pa’Ris’Ha has been a guest speaker on numerous global TV and Radio appearances and has introduced pathways in Human Development, Health, Wealth and Happiness for over fifty years. She founded humanitarian organizations to relieve suffering of all sentient Beings.

“To be in the presence of Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha is to be in the face of universal love and the power of that. She speaks with the impact of thunder and lightening, the elements responds to her as an authority, her power is genuine love in its purest form. All of nature responds to her love, as she often speaks of herself as a child of the forest. And she openly shows her love of humanity. Truly a Bodhisattva.” Ka’Lu Tibetan Rinpoche.

Deb Adler's message of unity and hope: "Because You Believe"*

Deb Adler debuted her latest vocal release a few days ago on YouTube. Although she wrote the song originally over 13 years ago, it's message could not be more timely for where we are today as humans on the planet!

A lot of people think we are "doomed" - but that's only true if we believe it so. We, as LGBTQ persons may know better than anyone, that with compassion and understanding, it is possible to unify out of diversity. So long as we believe in the possibility of repscr and dignity for all - the reality is ours to know!

Please view this vital message on YouTube. Please "Like" it. Please Share it. Help it's message get around the world.

Thank you for watching and sharing!


*Because You Believe ©1999 Deborah Adler. All rights Reserved.

Harrys Law - It Gets Better - Video - http://www.nbc.com

Harrys Law - It Gets Better - Video - http://www.nbc.com

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Saluting a gay rights pioneer

Saluting a gay rights pioneer

Looking Back: MARCHING IN THE COLUMBUS OHIO 2008 GAY PRIDE PARADE WITH METHODISTS I’VE NEVER MET BEFORE

Because of schedule conflicts that could not be re-arranged, it had been such a rare occasion that I was able to get away, to participate in the Gay Pride Parades in Columbus, Ohio, a mere 2-hour drive from where I resided in the southeastern part of the state.

Of course, I had been making that drive 5- to 6- days a week with friends for about 12 years, so it wasn’t about the “distance” – at least not in the sense of miles. Sometimes the “distance” we have to go to get to an event or goal is whatever particular obstacle we have to overcome in order to get to the end point.

The goal for me this year was to march in the parade. As it got closer to the actual date of the event, it became clear that I would actually have that day cleared. Suddenly I found my excitement mounting. I announced my plans to my extended where I lived. I bought rainbow cloth and fashioned a hand-sewn shirt to wear. I kept checking with the person I was going to drive in with to make sure that there wasn’t going to be a last minute change of plans on her part. (I had contingency plans to stay in town the night before if need be.)

I called friends that I knew who would likely be going to the Parade to ask if they would be marching. With each one I talked to who said they would be there, but watching from the sidelines, I felt my excitement take a definite dive. Sidelines? Watching?

I really wanted to march with somebody. I took a vacation by myself in 1980 – to my beloved Mackinac Island in my birth state of Michigan – and found that I really had to work to keep myself on my itinerary. I biked around the island, talking to the birds, the squirrels, greeting the other bikers who passed me from the opposite direction. I had to overcome my fears of staying alone in a hotel room that had no phone. And I almost left early, abandoning my dream of this ideal vacation I had concocted, because I found myself a tad on the lonely side. I stayed. And I did love being there. But it taught me that vacations and other activities are more enjoyable when shared!

As those memories came flooding back to me in the midst of my search for marching buddies, I also felt a bit of a rage emerging.

“Staying on the sidelines? I don’t want to be on the sidelines.”

I could almost sense a desperation coming from – where? I seemed to be looking into my life, like a mirror. Having lived 58 extremely active years, something was crying out from a very real and deep place within me.

So I bolstered myself up with the assurance that I would run into somebody I knew, determined that I would march and have a great time of it.

I started out Saturday morning with two friends who were headed into town to take care of some business. The car was having problems. Actually, the front end was shaking so bad and making a noise that sounded like the tire belts were going to rip open any minute. The driver said we would need to stop in a nearby town – about 30 minutes away – to get the tires checked. I silently prayed to myself that we could make it that far without breaking down! (In the meantime, I was also chastising myself for not choosing to go with another friend I usually rode with that I knew was also heading in that morning.)

We got to the tire shop and after a slight wait, the prognosis came back. It wasn’t good news. It was a lot more serious than just bad tires. The car was getting ready to throw tie rods and some other problems that they couldn’t handle at that shop.

“So,” I thought to myself. “You could have gone in with (my other friend) but you chose this car. Is this how you sabotage yourself from getting to march?”

Fortunately the car’s owner had a cell phone and she offered to call my other friend to see if I could get a ride into Columbus with her. It just so happened that she was just passing the interstate exit near us because she had to drop off someone else at the library. Otherwise, she would have been too far past us to turn back. We connected at a nearby gas station, me going on to Columbus, and my friend with the ailing car heading off to a car lot near home to see about getting another car.

I was dropped off at Goodale Park in Columbus’ famous Victorian Village district (Gay Haven) in plenty of time to see the float preparations and organization and catch some of the entertainment and speakers that were part of the pre-parade festivities.

I donned my home-made rainbow shirt, feeling rather pleased with myself, and then went searching for a vendor with rainbow flags. I found a guy selling rainbow boas with gold tinsel and decided to buy one.

“It’s not a flag,’ I thought, as I paid slightly more than I had planned to spend, “but it is festive – and I can wave it at people!”

Naturally, after that I saw the flag vendors, but I refrained. And I got some very nice compliments from the boys who passed by!

I walked up and down the length of the street where people were gathering, preparing and decorating, several times - carefully analyzing each group by float, banners and costumed participants to figure out if I wanted to walk up and ask if I could join them for the march.

Finally, close to line-up time, I heard someone yelling my name. I turned to see who it was and saw a familiar face (whose name, of course, I couldn’t remember right away) from my recovery meetings. We greeted each other and hugged. She asked me if I was marching and I said yes. Then she asked if I was with a particular group and I told her no, so she asked me if I wanted to march with her group.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED. I had found someone to march with.

My friend introduced me to her friends – from her Methodist Church. There were gays, lesbians and supportive straight folks in the group. They had a large banner. Right behind them was a Methodist Seminary with its own banner and same diverse group of marchers. We were a small band, but everyone was very nice and happy to meet me - and happy for another marching body.

The “Step-off” announcement came over the loud speaker and the carefully orchestrated 3 lines wove together to become one long line heading out to High Street and the final destination along the riverfront, Bicentennial Park. While still on the side street, another friend saw me and called out my name. She also knew my friend, so she and her partner joined us as well.

At one point there was a man in his late 40’or early 50’s, who walked as though he had cerebral palsy, who joined the group to march. He was a member of their church and he had a baby in a stroller that he pushed all the way to the end of the parade route with us. He wanted to march with us. He was an inspiration.

Although I went through school with considerable contempt for the girly-girl cheerleaders, I have experienced points in my life when I have been quite the “rabble-rouser” in a crowd. I did at least warn my new-found friends that I have a good set of lungs and vocal chords as a singer, and that I tend to get rather loud at events like this.

All along the way, I looked at the people lining the streets along the parade route and smiled and yelled “Happy Pride Day” and then whooped and hollered and got them to do the same. It was cool.

When we got to the 4 or 5 points along North High where some protesters had planted themselves, you could see the impact of their slurs and insults on those around them – especially on some of the young people, it seemed. I refused to hear them. But I could see by the looks on some of those young peoples’ faces that they were buying into the prejudice and B.S.
“No Way!,” I deteremined, “Not while I’m breathing!”
So I flashed the protesters a peace sign, looked to the opposite side of the street and started whooping it up. “Happy Pride,” I yelled, smiling at the many faces as we continued on, and they joined in clapping and hollering back with similar cheers and greetings.

At one point there was a religious group that had some very pointed things to say about a church marching in Gay Pride. One of the men in the group, a minister, yelled something back at them and then tried to get the group to sing “Yes, Jesus Loves Me.” I knew the point he was trying to make, but it still felt a little weird. It was a valiant but short-lived effort, and I just kept yelling “Happy Pride” and clapping to get the people around us to do the same.

We turned the corner to get to Bicentennial Park all too soon it seemed. Although there was a full day of entertainment and festivities planned, I had to head back uptown by bus to make sure that I could connect with my ride going home. My friend and fellow marchers and I hugged and expressed our appreciation of one another and then parted company.

I headed back up North High Street, able to see the rest of the floats and paraders who had been behind us. Somebody complemented my outfit as I walked by. As I passed one of the many Columbus City Police who had lined the parade route and placed an effective wall of protection between us and anybody who tried to get out into the street at us, I looked at him and thanked him for his help today. He looked at me kind of funny at first, but then he got it, and smiled and nodded an acknowledgement in return.

As I turned up from High Street along Broad (at the Ohio State Capitol Building), I saw a mass of people marching behind the floats. It was then that I realized that that was where people usually “fell in” to march with the parade. I just laughed. They numbered in the hundreds I’m sure, filling the street from one side to the other. It was inspiring to see them.

But I felt a special satisfaction at that moment. Not only had I not stayed on the side-lines, I found a way to actively motivate others to recognize their “Pride.” I emailed a friend later and told her that I must have looked pretty outrageous – a nearly 58 year old salt-and-pepper haired woman in a handmade rainbow shirt and lavish boa. But I had fun, and I helped others have fun while making a declaration of dignity.

In 1982 I had the privilege of being a featured performer and participant in Hartford, Connecticut’s very first Lesbian-Gay Pride Day Celebration. We were few in numbers – about 300 to be exact - but our message was no less profound to the public. To march is to stand up and speak out. It is to “demonstrate” our convictions. It is to give reassurance, hope and courage to those who feel they can’t yet be “visible.”

This year I chose to be an active participant in the second largest Gay Pride Parade in the Midwest (Only Chicago’s is bigger). It felt GREAT! -MsQueer

God loves gays just as we are