Jack Bruchard … an Introduction

By George M. Grogan

Jack Bruchard is the wealthiest man in the world. For the past two years something has happened to Jack that goes beyond words, or money. Even though he is not sure what has happened, the new Jack is more fulfilled with this new thinking than anything he has ever done. He lives alone but has turned his home into a center of intrigue for anyone, with advanced books, a replica of our galaxy, and his beloved and extraordinary parrot Sara.

Frank Hanson has been Jacks trusted friend and business partner for nearly forty-five years. Jack invited Frank to have a discussion about an amazing man he has found that has found answers about life. As their conversation progresses, it becomes clear that Jack desires more than prosperity nowhe wants to help achieve a higher consciousness for mankind. Jack believes he can buy peace of mind and tells Frank he has found a great thinker that has developed a psychological formula to help him carry out his plan. Frank thinks it is the worst idea he has ever heard. Neither man realizes that as they are immersed in their discussion, a man leaves a note at the large desk in Jacks library. It is only the beginning of something much bigger than Jack ever imagined.

In this breakthrough and one-of-a kind story, a man embarks on an unforgettable journey to find his purpose, please his Maker, and realize the life he and all of us have always dreamed for all of us. You will become the real you because of this book.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Sep 18, 2012
• ISBN: 9781475938548

George M. Grogan

George M. Grogan began writing Jack Bruchard … an Introduction nearly twenty-fi ve years ago. He worked on the business side of the television industry for several years. George currently lives in Southern California, where he does seminars on the life our Maker intended for us. In his fi nal book, Teach, he brings the reader a complete understanding of our purpose. www.yourtv.tv

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Contents

About This Book

Intent of the Book

About the Author George M. Grogan

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Conclusion

About Teach

About This Book

There are many great books from our past that we have either read or we have been taught their contents. Rarely do we have the opportunity to meet the authors in person. But if we, or even our recent ancestors, had met the authors, then what? Would the authors have explained to them why we are in our current condition? Does that make you want to ask someone, How did we get to our current condition? The list of those books and authors would take many pages so none will be mentioned. I am not sure what the purposes of those books are, and possibly you will feel the same way after reading this book.

Before now, you have never read anything like Jack Bruchard … an Introduction. Since I have not read every book out there, you may say, That is quite a statement. I say that statement because I need—and you need, and everyone needs—to read this book because I know I have been given absolute information to let everyone know that he or she is not just a human being but is divine. The message on the front cover is stated here again:

You are about to read the most important words mankind has ever put on paper since we began using language. The words are We need you. You may have heard People have to find their own path that works for them. They never did because nothing in the world or universe works for just them.

This information educates all of us that we were never meant to hope for good news, but instead be taught that we are needed to complete Gods perfect system.

Please give Jack Bruchard … an Introduction to your age-appropriate children after you attend our classes because they will have many questions. The classes are intended to aid you in teaching them the whole picture so your children will know they should be living in a perfect world. This book, Jack Bruchard … an Introduction, is the introduction to the book Teach. You need to know, and your children need to know, why we are here. Why would a perfect mind want you to struggle with your talent when he gave you the talent to be successful for his plan? Your struggle is over.

Joanne Reiner and Susan Connelly made it possible for you to read this book. There is quite a story to their involvement.

Intent of the Book

Jack Bruchard …an Introduction

This book could be thought of as a fantasy.

The reader, with our help, can make it real.

About the Author

George M. Grogan

I am not convinced I am the actual author of Jack Bruchard … an Introduction. That is because I think we are all receivers from our Maker for his design. I typed this book twenty-five years ago, and it was meant to inform people of what I had learned from other esoteric (hidden) writings. I have had help correcting it. I have never had anything previously published. One section in the book Teach came close to being published in a periodical; however, it never happened.

I have had a very normal personal life, living all my life in Southern California. I worked in the television industry, on the business side, until I had a very profound spiritual experience in 1978 while alone at home. That experience changed my life. Jack Bruchard … an Introduction and Teach came through me.

I have always had a tremendous interest in the occult (hidden) and esoteric knowledge (inner knowing, and also secret transmission of spiritual teaching). I am very pleased that I can share this knowledge/information with everyone because the information answers probably all the questions about your life and mine.

Both books, Jack Bruchard … an Introduction and Teach, are my life’s work. You have never heard of me other than this book. God gave me a job to do; teaching Immutable Laws will give all of us perfect answers. I have been told to teach what comes through me, and I will. When you attend our classes I will share the story of why I know I must teach this and who told me to teach.

You may wonder: Why do I think I am receiving this information from someone else and not simply expressing my ideas? I will cover that too in depth at the classes. But here is one indication of what you will hear: I am an invention, because I know I did not create me.

Just so you know, when the information comes through me, I do not go into a trance or hear voices, nor do I do automatic writing; in fact absolutely nothing happens to me when I know what to write. But being alone is helpful. That standard coming through me is meant to be used by all of us, every day.

The following are three definitions from other people indicating how I receive.

List of Psychic Abilities

and Forms of Divination

Anomalous Cognition is a term used by parapsychologists to reference awareness of information without having to specify or theorize a particular means by which that information was transferred.

Channeling is when a separate intelligence enters the mind or body of the psychic and then uses that mind or body to communicate messages directly to the audience. A psychic is not interpreting the information. In a channeling situation, the message passes through as if the intelligence is using the mind or body of the psychic to hear you and to speak to you directly.

Esotericism sometimes suggests the idea of a secret transmission of spiritual teachings (Wikipedia).

THANK YOU.

THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED TO THE FOLLOWING:

OUR MAKER

MARIE J. GROGAN

JOANNE REINER

SUSAN CONNELLY

DORIS SCHRIEVER

Acknowledgments

I want to acknowledge and thank Jackie Wells and Jeaneane Wrights for all of their work in correcting and formatting this book.

And again, a special thanks to Susan Connelly for her wonderful encouragement.

Thank you to Sally Anger for helping us to design the cover and to make it what it should be.

Jack Bruchard

… an Introduction

Chapter 1

There was a tremendous stream of light coming through the cupola in my library. The light was flooding my favorite room. I watched in silent admiration as a bright beam of late afternoon sunlight made a path across the room I had so purposefully designed. I still called it the library, but I thought of it as a study. The deep-seated leather chairs, the floor-to-ceiling bookcases covering two walls, and the absolute quiet ensured by soundproof material covered with cloth wallpaper, beautiful yet unobtrusive, invited you to stay and get to know yourself better. Like a great friend in the midst of this atmosphere of learning, Sara, my parrot, watched me watch the dwindling light. Swaying gently on the center perch of her generous home, suspended in the middle of the cupola, she was content to be with me. I smiled up at her. Sara was like a frosted, feathery rainbow, but this was by no means her most extraordinary trait.

The gilt-edged bindings of the reference books held the mellowing sunlight. Many of them seemed unique in a reference collection, simply because they were written by lesser-known geniuses of the past—less familiar names because they did not, and often still do not, adhere to the accepted patterns of science and society. Although most of these books rested behind protective glass, they were readily available when asked for by anyone who knew about them. They were accessible only by ladder, and the ladder waited in anticipation of a question or a request.

A large globe of the earth sat in a darkened corner of the room, quietly reminding me of the perfect rotation of our galaxy. Overhead, the major planets of our galaxy moved silently. They all moved in a twenty-four-hour cycle, revealing in a hundred ways their intricate relationships, existing only for those who wished to discover their secrets of movement, timing, and harmony.

Bronze busts of some of the great thinkers of all time—Socrates, Plato, da Vinci, Einstein, Tesla, Steinmetz, and some lesser-known but equally great thinkers—basked in the lingering rays. The old schoolhouse clock sounded three times, reminding me of another such golden afternoon.

Chapter 2

It was just past three o’clock in the afternoon when a sudden burst of light flashed from the cupola, catching my eye as I stood in the yard below. It was Sara’s mirror, of course. Though she was just a nervous silhouette, moving eyes from left to right and back, and pacing back and forth on her perch, I could feel her anxious and penetrating stare. She began talking to herself, knowing I could hear every word.

Jack Bruchard, she admonished, if I were doing it, I wouldn’t be doing it this way. She thought for a moment. Something is going on that I don’t know about, and I don’t like it. Somehow she knew she should be worried. She paused and sighed, I’m going to have to talk to Jack. As if to reassure herself, she added, I guess soon enough he’ll lower me down and we’ll talk. Abruptly she turned her head and directed all her attention to the sound of someone approaching the house.

Frank’s here, she said in a startled voice. That’s strange. This is getting serious. Her pacing increased, indeed became quite agitated, as she leaned over to follow the path of his car up the long driveway to its destination. He’s alone, she commented. Then she added, as if asking a profound question, Frank is alone? She watched Frank Hanson intently, continuing to talk to herself almost in a whisper and with the definite realization that she had absolutely no idea of what was going on.

He’s going into the garage; he drove himself here in his own car, and he’s parking it in the garage. She reiterated these seemingly logical activities in a wavering voice that clearly indicated that this was not the norm. Collecting herself, she muttered, Announce him and be quiet. Be calm. Sara moved a lever with her beak and said musically, Jack, Frank’s here.

Her voice was heard throughout the estate three times, in different areas, simply because I loved to hear it.

Thank you, Sara, I replied without getting up from the shaded part of my backyard, watching a male peacock strut his outrageous beauty before a much less comely female. My eyes roamed in satisfaction over the well-planned animal refuge I called my backyard, and then I got up, walked toward the house, and met Frank, just as he reached the front door. He opened it with his key, and we both walked into the room smiling broadly. We stood and looked at each other a moment, and then we embraced and laughed. We parted and Frank asked, My God, Jack, how long has it been?

Two rare people were standing in that room—two very close friends. I tried to answer as if an answer was needed. Two or maybe three lifetimes, without even knowing it.

I guided Frank over to one of the comfortable chairs, brought out two silver goblets, and filled them with a rare old brandy made by my grandfather. I handed one to Frank and sat down facing him.

I didn’t see it at the time, but a strange indicator was present in the library, an indicator being a lesson or a sign that actually helps to create personal growth. Above the mantel of the fireplace hung an oil painting of two men who looked remarkably like Frank and me, sitting in the same chairs on a similar waning afternoon. The clothing worn by the men in the picture was indicative of a bygone era; this was the only discernible difference between the reality in the room and the reality depicted in oils.

Frank smiled and said, Even though it’s been a long time, and we have much to catch up on, I think you’d better tell me what is going on before I break into a multitude of little pieces.

Sara stopped her pacing, leaning forward with her head cocked. She, too, was anxious to know.

I smiled at both of them and said, All I ask is for a little of your time and undivided attention. I want you to think.

Frank carefully put his goblet down, took a deep breath, leaned forward, and said intensely, Jack, I’m a quivering mess inside. You can’t expect me to judge anything intelligently when you invite me into a situation I know nothing about. The subject matter is wide open; I’m not. Look, you are my best friend, and whatever it is you want to talk to me about, I want to be as realistic as I can be in judging it. I get the feeling you’re going to hit me with something that’s going to require an awful lot of thought. He paused and added, Jack, when was the last time you invited me up to your place to help you with something? Alone?

Then, as if to give him time to prepare for what I had to say, Frank smiled up at Sara and said, I’ll bet Sara is pretty excited about all of this. He looked up at Sara again, seeking some kind of confirmation. Right, Sara? She stared straight ahead and didn’t utter a word. There was a long moment of silence. Frank reached for his goblet, gulping, rather than sipping, at the brandy, and sank back into his chair. Now I know I’m right, he said finally. I should be nervous.

I searched my mind for the right calming words, but before I had a chance to say anything, Frank fidgeted in his chair. This should have been a rocker, he complained. I like to rock, and right now I need to rock.

I couldn’t help but laugh. You know something, Frank? You are really a classic! The more I find out about people, the more I am able to see we are from the same classic mold.

I leaned forward, the laughter gone from my voice, my face, and the room.

Frank. I spoke his name with a seriousness that chased any lingering wisps of lightness from the corners of the room. I’m going to philosophize with you. In an immediate recognition of Frank’s reaction to the word philosophize and with my frustration barely concealed, I said jokingly, Frank, you’re smirking. Already you are prejudiced against an idea because of a single word.

Frank quickly defended himself by changing his smirk to a big smile. Hey, I’m not smirking! That’s a genuine smile! Actually, I shouldn’t be smiling, but I just had a brilliant flash of insight as to why I’m here. He leaned forward again hopefully. You’re going to finally make out a will, aren’t you?

To this typical hopeful question of Frank’s, I threw back my head and laughed. That my friend is the furthest thing from my mind at this time.

Frank, in a sudden burst of his own frustration, snapped, Well then, our time is wasted because what could be more important than determining where all of your money should go? Frank paused long enough to consider how he sounded. "Jack, you are going to give it some thought, aren’t you? About all your money? Do you realize that Capital magazine tried for two months to get through to me for an interview without success? Do you also realize there was really only one question they wanted to ask me? How much money does your boss, that’s you, Jack, really have?"

What did you tell them?

"Exactly what I tell everyone about your wealth when I know it should not