About The Author
Harold David Yaritz
I was “Made in Germany” when my father met my mother during his time in the service overseas, but was “born in America” in the St. Joseph’s Hospital in St. Paul Minnesota after I took my first trip on a plane when Mom was five months pregnant with me. But no matter if Mom & Dad had been Soulmates, their marriage could not overcome cultural & religious differences, and so my mother returned with me in tow to Germany when I was five years old. One of the early memories that remain with me as if it took place only yesterday was to see my great grandmother on her deathbed clutching a Bible firm to her chest and cursing mankind for what she had to live through.
My mother was a wonderful woman and the best mother I could have wished for. She taught me and my 13 years younger brother values about respect and honesty and put us brothers above her own needs, and dedicated herself to the ones in need. In the nursing home where she worked she fought the doctors who prescribed tranquilizers to make the old folks easier to deal with, and was at times even called by the old folks their guardian angel. I may have inherited not only my mothers dedication to help others, but also her higher senses which I used as early as in seventh grade to counsel other students with their problems at home, in school, or with early love crushes. When one of my favorite teachers observed me helping other students with their problems, he pulled me afterward to the side and asked me how I arrive at my conclusions. I remember answering without thinking about the deeper implications that “I just put myself into their head”.
I was very fortunate to experience in Germany true diversity by growing up with children from Portugal, Spain, Italy, the former Yugoslavia, Greece and Turkey whose parents came to Germany for work. I was able to expand on my diverse understanding of different countries and cultures after taking seven apartment buildings under my care. One was a building with 42 single rooms that housed students from all over the world who came to Germany to study. Last but not least my mother entered into a relationship with a man from Nigeria who came to Germany to study Agriculture, which gave me my beloved junior brother and showed me much of the African culture.
When my mother was conflicted about her extraordinary senses, because she could not ask her father for advice from whom she had inherited her senses after he passed away when she was 14 due to health complications from WWII, she asked her Christian mother for advice, who answered her request by telling her “Normal Christian girls don’t talk such nonsense.” Because of this my mother believed that she was not normal and hid her senses from the world and ultimately from us brothers. Ultimately this left me with having to figure out on my own why I noticed the world and its people around me so much different than others do.
I met through my best friends wife a woman from the former Yugoslavia, which expanded my insight into the Islamic belief system and also made me aware that religious systems are mostly male oriented. Alike my mother suffered under the Christian repression of the sacred feminine, so did the mother of my three precious children Canan, Jackson and Ferdinand suffer under her fathers religious demands to act how a Moslem woman was expected to do. After the relationship shipwrecked, I came in 1993 to America to start over again, but “the Land of the Free” was much different from what Hollywood sold it on TV. The land of the free is politically controlled by religious regulations, which are the entire opposite from the teachings of a Jesus Christ. In regard to all the political corruption driven by false religious interpretations, my own father even shared with me the devastating insight that “when you live in America, you have to accept the way it is.”
Moving forward one year I met a woman 13 years my junior who was looking for some “freedom” from the sexual control in America and was attracted to my European mentality. But the struggle to achieve the American dream overtook my entire life and after working for two years seven days a week she departed from our relationship with someone of much lower standards, but also much more time on hand to give her the attention she was looking for. The breakup effected me so greatly because even though my ex never wanted to have any children, she was pregnant with our son Collin when she left and planned to keep the child because she knew how much the absence of my other three children affected me. Devastated that another child would grow up in a broken home, I began to look for any kind of help to make sense out of it. At times my senses took over that I had to literally run out of a Builders Market to silence the hundreds of voices intruding my consciousness. Mid 1996 I met Linda, a psychic I consulted for help. She noticed immediately that I could read the layout of the Tarot even though I had no knowledge of the individual meaning of the cards. She tested my ability by holding a business card in her closed fist behind her back and asked me about the profession of the person on the card. After I picked out of thousands of possibilities the correct vocation, she became for a short time my mentor who showed me what higher senses are all about. One is that intuition will only give you a broad information that you have to interpret according to the circumstances.
From 1996 to the end of 1999 I did readings for a number of people, but gave it up after reading for a woman who was concerned about her relationship coming to an end. The number three came up, and from what she told me I interpreted it as 3 months, which gave her hope to avoid the breakup. However, I realized how much responsibilities you carry with such senses after one little misinterpretation threw this lovely person into a devastating heartache when the breakup came after three days instead. I decided then and there for myself to only use my intuition as a tool to teach.
In mid 2001 I met a woman from the former Soviet-union who I believed to be sincere about love after repeatedly using the God of her Greek Orthodox faith as her witness that “He” meant us to be. Three months after we got married in early 2002 I discovered that she had created an entirely different personality about herself to make us look like a match made in Heaven to immigrate to the US. Once I discovered that she even played a number of men against another to benefit her scam and then even tried to drive a wedge between me and my son Collin because he represented a threat to her, I threatened her with divorce. She was a woman of contradiction who besides worshiping the many idols of her church also engaged into witchcraft, and created with her psychic friend from her home country a situation that threw a dark cloud over our relationship for many years to come.
In 2010 my mother finally came through and told me that I had inherited her senses, and reminded me with a friend how I used to counsel other students in the schoolyard. With all my intuitive experiences it became clear to me why I already knew as an eight year old that I was supposed to write a book over the religious/political corruption of scripture, and I began my research of many philosophies to find the truth by discovering common denominators. In 2012 I kept waking up with an urgent feeling that I am to look at something. After being sleep deprived for an entire week, I finally looked up and asked my higher consciousness Kletus what he wants from me, which was followed by the feeling that I am supposed to look into a Bible. However, I was in seclusion with no Bible at my disposal. Nonetheless, after only five minutes I came across a box with a Bible laying right on top of a pile of books.
When I got back to my room I opened the Bible with one stroke and sort of passed out after reading a little in Genesis. When I came to again, I was looking at a table that I scribbled together from the genealogy of Cain, Jesus ancient ancestry in correlation with the Zodiac and the seven chakra. The amazing part was that I immediately understood how the different combinations played together to a significant message the entire Bible is built on, and how even some men to the time of Jesus used a very similar combination to disclose more of the truth surrounding the life of Jesus Christ.