I’m Lori Paras and welcome to SHE LIFE.
This podcast is a means to share stories I have been holding onto for far too long, a podcast that will share the journey I took to discover how women have been usurped of their sacred role and a secret that keeps them bound.
Many know me for my entrepreneurial endeavours, my interest in politics and my creative ability in design that was displayed in the restaurants I owned and operated in Thunder Bay and Nolalu. But few know about my spiritual life as I have kept that side close to my chest because my spiritual quest is different from most. All in all I’m a pretty normal gal, I’m a wife, mother and grandmother that has tried to contribute positive change in a city that needs great change, and I have worked hard to bring truth where I saw fiction.
SHE Life is my gift to you. I will share what I have discovered and then it will be up to you to decide if you wish to reclaim your sacred place in the world. Let me guide you into the rooms with doors I have unlocked. Let’s begin.
After my Catholic indoctrination, childhood trauma, rape, and years of alcoholism, I was miraculously healed in 1989 from my addiction to alcohol by an Indigenous medicine man from Couchiching First Nation, a reservation just outside of Fort Frances, Ontario. It was my third try at sobriety and I knew I needed to succeed because I had two young daughters depending on me not to give up on life.
Life after the miraculous healing became a journey into the traditional spiritual world of the Ojibway, Cree and Oji-Cree. This new way of life led to my being gifted a peace pipe, invited to sacred ceremonies that opened me to a world where I was called a dreamer, a gift that helped me share messages from the other side. I have traveled where spirit called me to wander and wonder. Whether it was sitting by a fire in prayer; the time I spent with Buddhist monks; or my travels to Europe to confront the Devil himself, I have remained faithfully hers – Sophia; Wisdom's Voice.
I really didn’t know how to start this story but from the day I had the dream of the woman falling to Earth after continuously being smashed upon a steel anvil, I knew I would be telling it. She said she didn’t not have much time to relay the message she had come to deliver to me and then said, “It’s all an experiment gone wrong”. I knew she was talking about Earth. I remember the woman wiping herself off after she hit the dirt of the Earth and wondered how she had not been more damaged in the fall. My concern for her brushed off with “I’m ok, let’s go”.
That was the last I could remember of the dream before I woke, but whatever had been shared with me, consciously remembered or not, I felt compelled to look at her statement more closely. The Earth was an experiment gone wrong. The phrase never left my thoughts and I felt compelled to gather evidence to support the claim of this bare chested woman who had crashed to Earth in my dream.
What I discovered was shocking, but it helped clarify and justify my decision to leave the Roman Catholic church at the age of eight because something did not feel right about following those men in black robes.
I have been terrified to tell the story I discovered, not because I care to be believed, but as a woman it took too many years to find my place in the world and I knew that what I am about to share through this podcast will be taken away. How do I know that, well I had another dream with a promise from a powerful entity to do just that if I told what I knew. That dream occurred when I was on the trail of the words spoken by the bare chested woman. I was in Carcassonne, France staying overnight in a motel the day before I was to visit the village of Rennes-le- Chateau, a village that holds a secret that thousands of people all over the world have tried to discover, and where I found myself guided to go.
In the dream I was navigating my way in a neighbourhood that I did not recognize trying to get my bearings to find my way home. Eventually I wandered out of this unknown neighbourhood into a landscape barren of trees or shelter. Still searching to find my way home, I happened upon a life size wooden cross with a body made of plaster crucified upon it. Aware that I had stumbled upon something significant I looked more closely to see who lay on the old worn wooden cross. To my surprise it was not Jesus as I had assumed; it was a woman. The life-size replica was in disrepair with the woman’s right leg broken at the knee. It had been left in this barren desert that I now found myself in.
As I began to realize the significance of what I was being shown, I felt that I was not alone. I
looked over my right shoulder across the dust-covered landscape to see the Devil pacing back and forth, his cloven hooves and muscled torso strong with anger and disapproval. When he finally stopped pacing and pondering, he looked directly at me and spoke. “If you tell that story, I will burn your house down.”
I had never seen the Devil in this form, half animal, half man. His anger towards me unwarranted in my mind. I had become lost and was only trying to find my way home. I had seen this look before on people who didn’t like what I had said or if they believed I knew something about them that if shared could damage their image or reputation. I would become something to get rid of, something to threaten to ensure I kept the knowledge of what I had seen or heard to myself. I knew that look and now it was on the face of the christian Devil or the King of the World as he was known by the Cathars, a French gnostic movement between the 12th and 14th century. I was now sleeping and dreaming just 80 kilometres where 210 of them were burned alive after surrendering to the Pope’s men. While Catholics believed there was only one god, the Cathars believed there were two. A good god of the new testament, the creator of the heavenly world and an evil god, the god of the old testament that they identified as Satan, or the Devil, the creator of the physical world, hence the moniker King of the World. There was every reason to take this threat seriously.
As the Devil continued to ponder and look at me I realized he was trying to draw my attention to something to the left of where I stood facing the crucified woman on the cross. I turned and saw my home, gutted by the flames with only the charred wooden frame left standing. He showed me his promise kept and I now had a decision to make.
Would I tell the story I discovered on French soil to the world? Would I put my fears aside and honour the information passed to me by the bare chested woman who I would discover during my quest was non other than the goddess Isis? After close to 15 years I’m finally ready to do that.
Lets see how far I get.
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