Changing the Tides of Fear

By Robert Ghost Wolf

From out of the nothingness of the great void the light issued forth

From the Light you sprang forth into being... Masters of Destiny

You have since the beginning always held the ability to set forth the dictates of your reality

Even now the universe awaits your command...

Master yourself and you will master your life

From the light you came and unto the light you will return

... from the dream

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Nov 16, 2003
• ISBN: 9781412214346

Robert Ghost Wolf

Dr. Ghost Wolf lives in the Mountains of New Mexico and Colorado, where he raises horses and explores the mysteries of Ancient America. Dr. Ghost Wolf has a PhD in Biblical Archaeology and Christian Philosophy & Native American Studies. He also has earned the right to sit in the counsel circles of many Native American Nations and is considered by them to be a seer and visionary, as well as a respected Healer. He has been given a unique gift as an author of letting us feel the Spirit he sees through his writings.

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Contents

Foreword

The Threshold of A Dream

The Age of Aquarius …

The Message

The Eighth Thunder … the War of Valued Life

Behold…. It has begun

Changing the Tides of Fear

Changing the Tides of Fear

Ascended Master Teachings

Rev. Dr. Robert Ghost Wolfl

Pejuta Shunkmanitu Tanka Wanagi

OTIPEMSIWAK

Those who own themselves

Genesis,

"And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the

air, and to

everything that creepeth upon the earth, I gave a living

soul, .

Greetings..

Ahau Mitakue Oyasin… All my relations…in Lakota In Lak’esh …you are my other self…in Mayan

Ñamaste the God in me acknowledges the God in

You..Hindu

Foreword

As you read this collection of talks, experiences and visions read with am open heart. For the heart is the wisest part of our being. The heart is the temple of the Soul. The Soul is the connection to Source, and thus remains a mystery to mankind for the Soul is made from God stuff, and realizes that the Soul is immortal. Reconnecting to ones Soul thus is the first step in breaking the spell of mortality and opening up to ones full potential as a divine creation of Mother-Father God.

When I speak of the Masters, they are simply referred to as Master R., or the Master S. This is purposeful, so that you do not get caught up in the web of preconceived thought or imagining the image of the Master who you may even realize you know through the reading of the message. All too often, we get hung up in monkey mind and look to criticize the messenger rather than listen to the message.

Changing the Tides of Fear is a work thus dedicated to all who follow the path less often traveled. Those who follow the footsteps back home to God. For if we look around us it becomes increasingly obvious to anyone that ‘It has Begun.’

The only limitation to what we can become in this life, and all we can accomplish are the thoughts we think… Once we break the false prison of limited thought created by body-mind commitment, we become one of the Otipemsiwak ...those who own themselves.

In the Light Rev. Dr. Robert Ghost Wolf

The Threshold of A Dream

When the White Eagle of the North is

flying overhead The browns, reds and gold’s

of autumn lie in the gutter, dead.

Remember then, that summer birds with

wings of fire flaying Came to witness springs

new hope, born of leaves decaying.

Just as new life will come from death, love will come at leisure.

Love of love, love of life and giving without measure

Gives in return a wondrous yearn of a promise almost seen.

Living hand-in-hand and together we’ll stand…

On the Threshold of a Dream

For Those who Still Dare to Dream

Lyrics by Graeme Edge of the Moody Blues

The Age of Aquarius …

We could say of the Age of Aquarius that it is indeed the Plutonian era but not in the sense the classic Greek philosopher had in mind when he wrote about Utopian existence. We are in a time when everywhere we turn we are witnessing mass destruction. We are experiencing almost global upheaval on most every level and Humanity is in the midst of Chaos.

Enlightenment is arriving side by side with regressive and sometimes violent reality. Therefore, the image of divine beings arriving from the golden mists of the clouds is not exactly what is unfolding. We have rather the image of a cloud of a subtle holocaust, which changes everything in its path.Aquarius, it would appear, entered as the Warrior Wizard.

Prophecies about the Age of Aquarius oftentimes seem to have to do with Earth Changes, the consequences of catastrophic weather, cataclysmic occurrences, which cause dramatic and decisive change.

Apocalyptic occurrences, it would seem, are very Aquarian, as is our romance with them. One would hope the millennial fantasies we are seeing played out and the consequences of humanity’s dreams of destruction would die out quickly, like the raging of emotions in our adolescence.

Technology has become a combination of both the monster and the deity woven into one. We are struggling daily to keep up with the speed of delivery of our computerized information sources in what is developing into an almost instantaneous occurrence. There are no more secrets and everyone, including the once infallible government, has left fingerprints at the scene of the crime.

We are dealing with what appears to be a time of science fiction reality as we witness the effects of the genetic modification of our food, as well as our bodies. On television, we are witnessing the open cloning of man and beast exorcised from our divine right in our endless search for immortality.

Diseases are rampant and out of control and we are even attempting to control the global weather; and some even the actions of the Sun itself. All this occurs, while being presented to those of us who have eyes to see… the inevitable environmental poisoning of our entire planet. Is it still any wonder the stress levels are so high?

The differences we perceive between us began when we separated, one group at a time, for various reasons, from the original teachings and started to make our own customized adaptations and editions of the original story.

God, the Creator was remolded and shaped to fit our designer religions supporting the differences rather than the commonalties, and which defend one perception against another. Whomsoever has the biggest army wins the argument.

Our memories are once again merging in commonality despite the illusionary differences we have created. Deep within our beingness we all feel the Winds of Change blowing across our personal field of dreams.

Most people’s lives are lived playing a game. Most of what people hold on to, and think, is so important they lose along the way, anyway, in this game of virtual reality. The nature of the game can flux and alter in a moment.

What you are willing to carelessly tear out someone’s heart over, in one moment, becomes lost and meaningless in the next. It can be the sound of a child crying, an accident that kills someone close to you or a friend dying in the battlefield in your arms while you sit there holding their guts in place waiting for help you know is never coming.

Life can be a hurricane, or it can be a quiet meadow. It can be the storm, or it can be the perfumed breeze that moves through the flowers of spring.

In order to progress along the path of the Spirit Warrior, it is essential that we come to understand the relationship of what happens between our spirit and our character self, the role we must play out in life. We must come to know what the real relationship is about between spirit and flesh if we are to help others and fulfill our contract.

This is so because many times along this path we will be tested, confronted by situations where the only way through to the other side is holding on to nothing, not even death, can be your link to here. There truly is a darkness, and there are things in the greater realities that do not honor the rules created by religion and man.

We are now about to enter another level of experiences as we enter the Sixth and Seventh Thunders. Much of what is occurring would have happened regardless of our awareness of it or our unawareness of its occurrence. However, the effect of what is occurring has everything to do with our conscious awareness, and the way in which we deal or do not deal with it.

It would seem there is little time left to take proper action; however, what is seen can be avoided and at the very least rendered to occur with less intensity and contained to specific areas with lesser consequences. If the spark of divinity can be re-ignited within the souls of mankind and they can achieve a unity through the principles of compassion, then the outcomes can be changed by humanity acting as a whole and exercising Divine effort.

As it is seen presently, mankind is coming into an experience where we will have to deal with the dilemma of making distinct choices on how life will be upon this plane. We are about to realize that, in fact, thought does manifest the nature of reality and that we are not the only form of intelligent life in the universe.

We will either come to terms with our raging emotions, and random thought projections or face total annihilation of the species as well as the environment that sustains our life forms here on Planet Earth.

We can either succumb to the present matrix, which will evolve into implemented programs of complete enslavement of human consciousness and is a corrupted program at every level of expression, (It is caught in a cyclical pattern that seems to endlessly lead us back to self-destruction.)… Or, humanity can choose to awaken and claim their heritage as living gods and take the responsibility necessary for being participants in a galactic universe.

Each one of us is responsible for our own journey. No one saves us; at best they can guide us to fulfill ourselves, and help us remember our life’s mission and purpose. The Master Yeshua NEVER LEFT and is immortal to our reasoning, and the Christos is within all of us existing as a potentiality. The realization and attainment of that potentiality is a choice.

The existence of free will is rare in this universe, and was allowed to us as a species because of our Divine origins. For we are much more than we allow ourselves to think. Imagine everyone thinking and acting toward each other as a Christ…If thought truly creates the nature of reality, and it does, then it is a potential reality that we, as a species, can achieve that measure of Divine grace.

Albert Einstein once said..

If the thought exists, then it is already a reality in consciousness…

Imagine your life as if there were no judgment; there was only choice and consequence for our actions or non-actions. You hold the keys to destiny in your own hands.

]f you only knew the power you command, no one could ever enslave you again. Moreover, in that moment you would change the outcome of your destiny.

And to all of you out there, those with who together we shared magical moments in our lives together. Whether in the Lodge, or in the dances… have not left… have removed the veils that blinded me, and become more of what I always was..

Owále piki’la, Wakan Tanka, ni’ci’ un

Shunkmanitu Tanka Wanagi

Dr. Robert Ghost Wolf

The Message

Some years ago, in what seems now like another life time I had the fortune to have been given the opportunity to live in a remote cabin near Blue Lake in Taos. Some thing which only after my stay, was to find was not only a rare thing, but a near impossible thing. To even think that the Native People up there would let any one near their sacred lake was not to be believed.

It was a small log cabin, which story’s say was a line shack 100 years ago, used by cattle ranchers, and today was used mostly as a hunters out cabin. It was newly rebuilt as the movie industry had recently been to town, and one of the deals for shooting film on the Res was You want to film here, We get a new cabin. For me at the time it was a life saver. For I had hit one of those points in my life where lifes initiation had gotten out of hand, and I was wondering why I had picked the Spiritual path, and the Good Red road as well…the Good Red road was a little more like being dragged behind a horse through the Australian outback then anyone could think.

I had traveled round the world as a seeker of truth. And had grown weary from the weight of every experience that showed me that those who held spirit close to their hearts, and were of gentle makeup were living in a metallic carnivorous world and most definitely were the minority in the world society. It was not the world of magic and gentle dreams and definitely not any thing like I was told life was going to be like in the Summer of Love. The music had lied this was a heartless world where dog ate dog, .

For one to be truthful and have ideals was something to be laughed at Roy Rogers was dead and Tom mic was a fading memory. The good guys would always loose in the end, and hearts must have been made by a God that enjoyed seeing them broken.

So I left the Plasticine world of the American Dream packed my Dylan and Cat Stevens, and Grateful Dead, Albums I had my autographed copy of Kerouac’s ‘On the Road’ and took off on that

Magic Bus. Only life had turned into a Pink Floyd Nightmare making Leonard Cohen’s poems sound like children’s stories. I had traded in my unicorn and artist brushes for a Harley and the road was the only thing that could ease the pain of everything most hold sacred that had been stolen away from me.

I cursed Simon and Garfunkle for smoking that Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Tyme. Timothy Leary was a fugitive, Gordon Litty was a national the Byrds were behind bars, and Donovan Leach was no where to be found… After all they were shooting the Kennedy’s and now they were shooting Beatles..

Cassidy was tired and looking for a way off the road.. I had followed the sea birds flying in the deserts of the Southwest and instead of the ocean and freedom I had found the county dump. Here the Eagle sat along side the Sea gull and the worm, bartering stakes for first digs on the next pickup truck that pulled in. The dream was not only over but they had even shot the Walrus. No doubt Santa Claus was next on their list…I was literally knock, knock, knocking on heavens door. screaming to be let in.

My time up in those mountains was a wondrous and in many ways mysterious experience. I lived there for a little over 18 months. During which time I was under the tutorage of three Native Elders, and a few 5th dimensional teachers as. There are some out there who know of what I speak when I say 5tth Dimensional Teachers. They are the gentle souls that dream of angels and talk to the faeries, and brownies in the desert.

I Am a child of God, and have witnessed the cruelty beyond belief of man to his own kind. And I have felt the pain of having my own child ripped from my arms as I was unjustly carried off to the gallows and used as a pawn between the power figures on someone else’s financial chess board. I had somehow become my own personal psychedelic version Jean Valjean in ‘The Bishop’s Candlesticks’ My Condition was all very macabre and bizarrely funny to me you see, because when I had left my home and my family and began the journey I thought I would come back like Christ.

The only thing that did not cause me pain was the Dream of the Grandfathers, Yes as my Lakota friends call them. the Tunkashilasand the Unchi’s. the Grandmothers they never caused me pain. And once again somehow my Indain Brothers and Sisters knew to offer me shelter, and hide me in the outback, where I would be safe from the world of man, which had gone insane. And leave me to the protection of the Tunkashilas.

It wasn’t that I was violent, I suppose I wasn’t dangerous except perhaps to myself. The dream of life, that had been spoon fed to me by the adults influencing my growing up had completely and utterly collapsed. I was alone in the void, a solitary essence, separated from my previous identity as a human being. It was in a sense. as if I had gone so far out of the ‘world of ordinary men that there was no longer a road map for those like me to follow. That was, given there were even any other refugees left, of the fallen angels. But up in those mountains I was given the opportunity to come to terms with my self and life. The solitude of the mountains will either take you down or you learn to deal with yourself, your craziest thoughts and your own company.

It was late September, I remember the Aspen were beginning to turn, and syncopated percussion of their leaves in the wind filled the forest like some sort of cosmic xylophone. A friend from Santa Fe drove up checking to see if I was alright, people hadn’t seen me around and about for some time. He brought me a solar powered tape player and some tapes.

Dr. Richard was a naturopathic doctor, and was into the I AM movement. There is quite a large unseen number of this original group in those parts of the country.

The tapes Dr. Richard