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Rev.Holden Greene
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 Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 4:00 am Post subject: Liberty Dollar owner Bernard Von NotHaus starts "Mj CHU |
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hey guys long time no see how yall doin ' '
thought you should see this bernard has taken on the system by creating the liberty dollar and is a very accomplished man.
he is now retiring in hawaii and starting a "mj church" he doesnt seem to be affiliated with you guys or roger and i thought you guys might wanna reach out to him
the story of the liberty dollar is very interesting and yall should check that out too
http://www.freemarijuanachurch.org/content/mystory.html
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The time has now come for me to answer Timothy Leary's nagging question, "When will you accept that you are a messenger of God?"
First, we are all messengers of God. What greater calling could there be? Second, I answered this calling some forty years ago with the Brotherhood of Eternal Love. But like most Children of the 60s there were planes to catch, businesses to run, family, children and now finally my retirement to that blissful life of my youth.
Now after 25 years as the Mintmaster at the Royal Hawaiian Mint, where I excelled with over 700 numismatic issues, plus 10 years as Monetary Architect for the Liberty Dollar, it is time to devote my life to that age old quest of Higher Consciousness.
Some time during my 25 years in Hawaii at the Mint I realized something was wrong with my life. Oh sure it had changed from living without electricity on the Big Island for three years in the early 70s to living on Diamond Head with Telle and our two sons. And while I still kept a roach in my desk drawer, I rarely smoked. In fact, over 20 years ago, I discovered that one toke was more rewarding than a lot of tokes and became a 'one toker'. But I still couldn't find time for even one toke!
Then one day… 12 years ago… I opened my desk drawer and noticed the marijuana roach… and like so many times before… I told myself that I would take a toke asap. But this time I realized that it had been over three weeks since I had a toke! Three weeks I thought! How in the hell could I be a 'druggie' if I didn't have any time for drugs?! Where were my values? Where was my dedication to the ideals of the 60s?
So I quickly put the matchbox with the roach in my attaché case and promised myself that I would get stoned asap. And quickly went back to work. As usual, I was late getting home for dinner. Then there were the boys to play with and before I knew it… the day was over. Never even opened the attaché case.
The next morning, when I got up at 4:00 AM as usual… I had a full schedule… I was on the job. Oh, I might have seen the matchbox with the roach but I paid it no attention. I had my list for the day and there was nothing else to do. Day after day it was the same mind-numbing schedule. Maybe you know the feeling. Even Saturday was full with early morning minting and then soccer and the family. All wonderful but not a toke!
Finally Sunday came. Again as usual I was up about 4:00 AM and opened my attaché case to check my list… and finally discovered the matchbox with the marijuana. Very quickly, I reasoned that Telle and the boys usually slept late on Sundays… and there were no pressing business calls… in fact there was as little business as possible on Sunday. Church was not a requirement or even an option.
So I decided to keep my promise and finally have a toke. I retreated to my bedroom, adjusted my bedside light to a nice warm glow, took one good toke of Hawaii's finest and laid down in peaceful solitude. As I closed my eyes, I felt at peace. I was even a bit smug in the fact that after three weeks, I had finally found time to get stoned!
I laid there with no preconceived thoughts or agenda. After all I just wanted to get stoned. I just wanted to live up the ideals of the 60s! I was not prepared for what happened. My mind was a kaleidoscope of ideas. I was bemused by the experience. But suddenly, even with my eyes closed, I sensed that someone had turned on the lights. I wondered who could be up this early, as I opened my eyes.
Viola the room was aglow in a wonderful golden color. I was amazed. But quickly realized that the heavy gold color blanket that I had hung over the east facing window was now light up by the morning sun.
I closed my eyes and continued to experience the most amazing introspective, creative, rewarding experience. I was amazed that one toke had given me such personal rewards.
Of course, I knew the rewards of only one toke, but I was unprepared for this remarkable marijuana experience. And while it was nothing like the WOW of LSD, the marijuana experience was still in the words of Alan Watts, a "Joyous Cosmology."
Soon Telle and the boys were up and the family thing was in full swing. Monday came at 4:00 AM and I was off to the Mint. It took a lot to keep the Mint on track and the bills paid. It was more than a full time job. It was a king size job. And while I may have seen the matchbox in my attaché case during the week, the time to take a toke never happened.
The week went by in a blur. Appoints, calls, problems, sales and a million things to do. Life in the fast lane, living on Diamond Head and raising a family ala Hawaiian style. It was not until the follow Sunday, that I opened my attaché case and found the matchbox and the treasure inside. I immediately thought back to the previous Sunday. Back to the wonderful experience. To the cascade of thoughts and the creativity. And wondered if it was a fluke. Could it happen again? Maybe it was just my mindset. Maybe it was a particularly good  . Or maybe there were some other factors that I was not aware of.
These naïve thoughts bemused me. But after all it was "Sunday" and the boys were still in bed… it was 4:00 so why not take another toke. I had paid my dues with many "mind blowing" drug experiences in the 60s. I reasoned that it would be interesting to see what would happen… after all I am in the privacy of my own home. So why not give it another test?
Again I returned to my room, had a good toke and laid down to see what would happen. I immediately reasoned that I should not have any expectations. That I should not expect anything great like last Sunday as that was so wonderful and fulfilling. With that understood, I closed my eyes. Only to be surprised a short time later that someone had turned on the lights! No that was not the case. Again the sun had come up, just like it has been doing for a few billion years, and was now shining into my room and my mind.
I laid there amazed. This time not just at the thoughts, insights and creativity that I experienced, but at the fact that it happening again! Just like last Sunday. I had never considered marijuana much of a drug. Certainly not a real "psychedelic" drug. After all I grew up taking LSD with the Brothers, and while we all smoked marijuana, LSD was the sacrament that tuned us on to God.
Now I was experiencing a whole new level of higher consciousness with marijuana. An experience that was easily available and really useful. It was even very inexpensive. And while it did not deliver the 'Clear Light' or the mind-blowing flood of ideas of LSD, the marijuana experience lasted over two hours and was immensely rewarding.
So rewarding that I looked forward to the next Sunday. As it turned out, Sunday was the perfect day. Not that it has any special religiousness attached to it. It is just that there is less business, less calls and more open time. Sunday became the right time for me.
For that reason, I have smoked one toke of marijuana every Sunday for the past 12 years. You might say I observe my Special Sunday Service (SSS) 'religiously' every Sunday. Even with the demands of my schedule, speaking engagements and public life, almost without fail, I find a way to enjoy one toke and talk to God every Sunday.
Over this past 12 year, I have experienced approximately 600 Sundays, and I have learned to listen to the God within my mind. I have also been compelled to write and draw during my SSS experience. Pages and pages. Sometimes more than others. Sometimes about God, business, family, everything. Some times I have a focus or agenda. Usually, I just tune in and listen to the voice within.
Along the way of the Tao, the idea of the Free Marijuana Church came to me. I did not quest after it. But periodically the Church would present itself to me as a means for other people to experience their higher consciousness. But starting a "Church" seemed so foreign to me. I had friends who had started a "church" and I thought they were slightly crazy… So I kept trying to forget about it. I didn't want anybody to think I was crazy.
Then my oldest son, Random, now 28 years old, give me a copy of Timothy Leary's autobiography, "Flashbacks" for Christmas last year. He had grown up hearing my stories of the 60s, knew I was a friend of Leary and thought I would enjoy his book.
Enjoy was an understatement. I was enthralled from the very beginning. Not only was it very well written but with all the history, names, people, my youth came alive once again. It was a very intimate confirmation, that all the high consciousness experiences I had in the 60s, were real. It was a tremendous confirmation that SSS had provided me with a unique religious experiences with marijuana. Again I was deeply moved by Leary's writing.
I contacted an old friend. He gave me a copy of "High Priest" that detailed Leary's most notable sixteen LSD trips. It was terrific. Extremely well written with great details and even greater insights. Then I remembered my box of "Drug Books" and dug them out of storage. Reading all the great works from the 60s brought more confirmation that the marijuana experience was a genuine way to open the door to higher consciousness.
Meanwhile my ten year commitment to the Liberty Dollar was quickly concluding. With the FBI raid and the very real prospect of being indicted for trying to return our nation's monetary system to value as a means to protecting people from the god awful monetary collapse… Retirement did not seem to be very viable.
But the voice within me would not hear of it. Every Sunday, the voice urged me to find a way to keep to my commitment to retire on the tenth anniversary of the Liberty Dollar and start the Free Marijuana Church of Honolulu, which seemed even more unlikely.
Then the person who leased the Royal Hawaiian Mint invited me to be on hand for the Grand Opening of the Mint's new $4 million building and with my ten year commitment to the Liberty Dollar was concluding I decided to answer Leary's nagging question!
So here I am. Now retired and the High Priest in Honolulu to share some higher consciousness with anyone who is interested. I encourage you to listen to the God that dwells within all of us. Seek it out by whatever means works for you. Every American has a guaranteed right of religious expression. I invite you to come to the Free Marijuana Church of Honolulu and partake of the Joyous Cosmology.
Thank you for reading my story.
God loves us all.
Bernard von NotHaus
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