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1. Something Is Very, Very Wrong
"As the egoic mode of consciousness and all the social, political and economic structures that it
created enter the final stage of collapse, the relationships between men and women reflect the
deep state of crisis in which humanity now finds itself." 1.
I am 62 years young now. My first recollection of things being wrong goes back to my childhood. I
was an extremely happy, vibrant, healthy child. I just loved everybody and everything. When I was
about four years old, a neighbor boy began to beat me up with the encouragement of his older
brother. I don't remember any particular reason for these assaults. I do remember the delight the
older brother seemed to have from this experience which then turned into an almost daily ritual. I
would run home and burst through the front door crying uncontrollably. My Irish Catholic father and
mother would console me and then I would be given another boxing lesson from my father. Within
three weeks I must have learned these lessons well for the next day when assaulted instead of
taking a beating and running home crying, I stood my ground, pummeled my attacker and looked
over to the older brother and told him he was next. They both ran away. My introduction to an
upside down world was now complete.
About two years later, I tripped over a drain pipe while fetching a bowl for my cousin's dog. The
glass bowl that I had in my hand fell and shattered before I landed on the ground. The fall jammed
a spear tip pointed piece deeply into my left hand. Nerves and tendons were sliced in my index
finger. Looking back, the odd thing is how concerned I was about how my parents were going to
pay the hospital bill. Six years old and already deeply ensconced in scarcity mentality. What other
poisons had I consumed?
The wonder of other parts of earth first filled me when my parents bought a new encyclopedia. I
would spend hours and hours reading and looking at the pictures. Being from Denver, Colorado,
pictures of indigenous peoples and information about their customs and rituals never ceased to
amaze me. I believe it was about this time that I was first exposed to pictures of people starving. I
knew hunger being the oldest of eight but starvation was a totally foreign concept.
Although exposed to many World War II stories from my father who had been in the Navy in the
South Pacific, the encyclopedia also introduced me to another new concept: holocaust & mass
genocide. What happened in Nazi Germany nearly sent me off. And it is still ongoing today. I was
and am absolutely horrified. How can we allow this to happen?
Never having enough, I started creating jobs/work for myself at a very young age. When I was
about five years old, I would knock on neighbors doors and ask if I could pick up the trash in their
yard or pull the weeds for a some money. Sold donuts door to door at seven. It was commission
only (ten cents a dozen). Mowed lawns by time I was eight. By the time I was fifteen, had a paper
route for five years. Had my own lawn mowing business at fourteen. Worked non-stop through
high school and college. In fact, I am still working non-stop. Reminds of the interview where a
woman tells George W. Bush that she works two full time jobs and a part time job and he very
proudly says something like, "How uniquely American."

2. Did he really mean how obedient and stupid?
Looking back, my school years are just a blur, however, I recently watched the documentary
Thrive 2., a creation of Foster Gamble of the Foster & Gamble Family. An education expert, who
has a short part in this documentary, talks about how the whole school system is set up to make
us docile, obedient consumers and that takes twelve years. Ponder that for awhile.
Indeed, something is very, very wrong.
Guess this chapter would not be complete unless I also reveal how James Bond Movies and
testosterone in my teenage years severely impacted my future. Yes, being a James Bond type in
my own mind, arguably and recklessly made me the Casanova of my time. I had many, many
girlfriends. Sometimes, I had a many as three dates the same day. A child in a candy store has no
idea of how I felt and this carried into my adult life even after I was married and had children. What
castles our unchecked minds create.
Just eighteen, I went to New York to go to college on a track and cross country scholarship. The
drinking age in New York at that time was eighteen. Woo Hoo!! Step two of their plan to attain and
maintain complete control over each and every one us was well underway in my case. The curse
of the Irish (and the Indians) began it's insidious forty year inesthetizement.
Fortunately, Vietnam was not in my life plan. Given my attitude at the time which was that I would
not come back until we had won the war, I would not be here now, nor would my four children
(Kelly Ann, Nicole, Kevin & Julie) and my grandaughter (Aicha). I was in the first lottery in 1968
where those who birthdays were selected were to report the next day for induction into the service.
Living in a fourteen story apartment building owned by Manhattan College and full of nothing but
male students of draft age, that night was a wild ride. The expletives resonated throughout the
building as birthdays were called out over the radio. Soon afterwards, the sound of barrels of beer
rolling down the halls followed. I fell asleep about midnight and they still had not called my
birthday. As I recall, my birthday was 322 and they inducted up to birthday 278.
Being a economics major in the School of Business, you would think that what was to follow would
have prepared me far better than it did. I did a short stint with Western Electric, the wholly owned
manufacturing entity of AT & T at that time. AT & A had a monopoly on the communications
industry then before the breakup into the "baby bells". I remember the diabolical joy many of my
supervisors exuded about delaying shipment of parts to non AT & T customers. We had plenty.
Something just wasn't right. I left Western Electric because they would not promote me even
though I was due for a promotion. A government mandate at the time left them with no choice but
to promote women, especially minority woman. I had experienced my first of many ceilings. I also
ran into my first experience with the union. I was like the substitute teacher, only it was substitute
supervisor. Whenever someone was on vacation or out on sick leave, I would step in and fill their
shoes. In the shipping department, I had two very lazy shipping clerks who never completed their
work. I went through all the standard protocols of advisement and notice, including meetings with
union representatives and my supervisors. One day, I was directed to tell one of them to pack up
his belongings and walk him out to the gate. This manufacturing facility was located in Newark, NJ
and had rivers on the west and east side, a bay on the south side and a swamp on the north side.
Twenty thousand people worked there. It was completed enclosed by an eight foot chain link fence
top off with two feet of electrified wire. How bizarre. While walking Singleton out, the eyes of
thousands came to the windows of the nearby buildings to watch. The only time I had experienced

3. that before was at a track meet at a correctional facility. The inmates attacked one of their own
when they were let out to watch the track meet. They killed him. Anyway, that evening, those who I
carpooled with told me that they would no longer be car pooling with me. It was too dangerous.
After that, I would leave after the parking lot had cleared but not until I had inspected my car for
bombs.
Already running a side business, marketing an automotive polish, I went full time only to run out of
funds quickly. Three interviews with Xerox and suddenly I found myself in Professional Sales
School and Advanced Professional Sales School. I was making extraordinary income. My "sales
skills" were coming through and I was being richly rewarded. My territory was a fifty-two story
building located at 41st St & Madison Avenue in Manhattan. My income soared along with my ego,
however, the subway ride gave me extreme claustrophobia. I longed for the mountains in
Colorado, the space, the clean air, the beauty. With a small savings to reassure me, I told my boss
at Xerox that I was moving to Colorado with or without the company. Apparently he thought I was
valuable enough and found me a position in Colorado Springs. My wife, Kathleen, and my infant
daughter, Kelly Ann, flew out to meet me after I drove our car, pulling a trailer with our belongings,
and found an apartment.
The entrepreneur in me again to surface. About a year after arriving in Colorado Springs, I started
a quick copy center on a shoestring. One employee in the shop and myself pounding the streets of
downtown, we broke even the first month. The second month, I had to hire another person and we
made a profit. The third month, I hired another and we made more profit. Life was good. Before I
knew it, I had four locations, a full commercial printing company and twenty three employees. I
had just obtained a $250,000 SBA loan and expanded my commercial printing facility when my
customers started sending me bankruptcy notices instead of checks. My receivables plummeted
and the interest rate on my SBA loan, which floated with prime, shot up to 24%. My payments did
not even cover the interest. Funny how life can turn on a dime. I struggled for three years before
biting the bullet. Little did I know then that all of this is carefully orchestrated by the few and I was
obedient enough to allow it to happen.
Always targeting the highest dollar, I then set my sights on becoming a stockbroker. Can't help but
remember the nausea I felt in my stomach the day when about 150 of us who had just passed the
Series 7 exam and were seated at this gigantic U shaped conference table in the penthouse of a
beautiful building with a spectacular view of the Colorado Mountains and were told, "You now
have a license to steal." What? He has got to be kidding, I thought. Little did I know then that he
spoke the truth.
Having worked as many as ten different jobs in a year since then, the one industry that I have
seemed to be going back to the most is the home improvement industry. It was tangible. The
product was solid. The satisfaction was high. The money could be excellent especially if the
company you represented didn't "pencil" your commissions too severely and they didn't
unexpectedly go out of business owing you thousands in commissions (a common occurrence in
this industry). (I really don't know how Delia, my love of 16 years, has put up with me through all
this turbulence.) Then, in 2009, the money dried up, again (dj vue, 1983/1984). The few
orchestrating the events controlling the many again? I suspect so. No, I know so.
Looking back, there were so many calls to awaken: the burning oil fields in Kuwait, the World
Trade Center 1993, Waco, the Murrah Building, the dot.com bubble bursting, 9/11, the Indonesian

4. tsunami, the continuous defilement of the Constitution, the Oil Disaster in the Gulf, the 2008
Bailout, the Mortgage Mess, the chemtrails, the GMO food, the impending Derivatives Bubble.
This list goes on and on. It is also coming to an end. Do not fear. It is a good end.
It will require 100% of us. Not 99%. 100%!! Those who refuse to wake up and realize that
whatever we do or don't do to another, we do to ourselves, who wish to remain ensconced in
separation consciousness, who embrace greed, corruption and the "me, me, me and everyone
else be damned" attitude, will not be with us much longer. Only those who ARE what has been
espoused by the founders of all major religions, namely "love thy neighbor as thyself", will be able
to exist in the higher frequency, the higher vibrations that are manifesting right now. If you cannot
feel it, you will soon. You are only one step away. If it hasn't hit you yet, it will. And you wonder
why I Occupy? You will be Occupying with me too before long.
The abundance, peace, love and joy is just too irresistible!!
Coulove, Stephen
1. The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle, page 130
2. Thrive, www.thrivemovement.com/
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