This is a test. Only a test- by Dr. Dinar

This is a test. Only a test by Dr. Dinar

This is a test. Only a test! How many times have we heard that over the years. And I don't know if I ever really paid any attention to it other than when it was interrupting one of my favorite TV shows.

It wasn't until they began to recirculate the rumors about some type of an EBS "break in" where they'd announce the RV had indeed taken place and it was time to get to your exchange location, like immediately. Grab your dustier than dusty "to go" bag and get to goin'.

That was then, way back when, and now they seem to do the monthly "break-ins" to the crying wolf level, similar to a car alarm wailing away in the distance, no one paying the slightest bit of attention to the disruption. Just a fridge break and back to the couch asap.

What's up with that. Have we simply gone numb to the possibility of them ever getting on the EBS and announcing to the entire world that there has indeed been a currency reset that has taken place and all foreign currency holders need to briskly, yet politely(good luck with that), make their way to their local exchange center. Sheesh, even typing that makes it seem more preposterous than ever.

Think about it for a second. Even though we currency holders live and breathe anything and everything RV/GCR related 24/7/365, we're still a small bunch (the 1% of the 1%-ers) relative to everyone else that wouldn't have a clue what they were announcing about. Yet we're still somehow supposed to believe they would announce it to the world. Yeah, truth be told, after laying that possibility out there I'm not feelin' it nearly as much either.

So what if this adventure actually is a test. Not so much a test of the "system" but more a test of us. Us as individuals. As in us currency holders. Not to say it wouldn't be nice to get the official big time, sirens blaring, bullhorn blasting broadcast, letting us know the reset had indeed arrived and it was now go time.

Wouldn't that be wonderful. Just to know in our knower's that this wasn't simply yet another false alarm. That it was indeed time to flood the parking lots at both the banks as well as the exchange centers, patiently waiting impatiently for 9am the next morning.

That's when we'd come face to face with the terrified Teller on the other side of the glass door, knowing she was about to be trampled once the door was unlocked, yet doing her best to steady her hand long enough to insert the key in the lock, thereby opening the door to all 10 million of us toothless "demand the contract rate" currency holders and welcoming us in with open arms.

From there we'd all stampede straight to one of the 341 newly installed exchange rooms, each festooned with its very own De la Rue machine at the ready, prepared to count as well as verify the validity of each and every one of our "never seen nor heard of before, more than obscure" milk crates full of foreign currency.

How would they know we were us? Ah, simply by glancing at our freshly forged utility bills and well as our "I just exchanged at the Contract Rate, see you in Vegas!" slightly wrinkled target on our back t-shirts of course.

I say slightly wrinkled because after having been stuffed in our "To Go" bags some 15 years ago and sitting by the front door gathering dust, they've taken on a "not so fresh" factor, as well as a slightly musty smell.

No worries, we can deal with all that later. First things first, we gotta get to Vegas for the big event. And the big decision then becomes, do we have time to swing by the Bentley Dealership and nab a brand new GTC Convertible or would we be better served to just skip that step and head on over to our local Helicopters-R-Us Dealership and grab a new Sikorsky S-92 for our quick jaunt over to Vegas for the get together.

Nah, hate to make a hasty decision of that magnitude, only to regret it later. See, we're already learning. Learning not to make split second decisions on the fly. We'd be much better served contacting NetJets or some other such source and simply Lyftubering a private flight to the party, thereby avoiding all the serious decision making altogether.

After all, many of us are still reeling from the lingering after-effects of barely sliding in under the wire on the two week window of opportunity to get our first batch of funny money home and safely stored in our sock drawer. And that was 15 years ago.

But once again, with each hurdle we hoist a leg over, we're constantly being tested. And being as we're still in the game, it goes to show that we are passing each of these tests regardless of how impossible they may seem.

See what I mean. We inadvertently learned another lesson, like it or not. We learned the fine art of the "hurry up and wait" game. I don't know about you but that's a lesson I've been able to apply in multiple applications over the years. Once again we passed the test with flying colors.

As time has gone on the continual relapse of rumors has lost quite a bit of its luster. I think the fine folks running the show behind the scenes began to notice this as well, feeling some big changes were in order. No, I didn't say "exchanges", I said big "changes". Once again putting our reading comprehension to the test. 

I do believe I'm beginning to see a pattern here. A number of tests, one after another. And most without us even being aware we're being tested. 

Putting their collective thinking caps on, they(they being the GCR Committee or whomever is running the show) devised an even better strategy. Thinking that two upper case letters kept us on the hook for years, how much better would it be if we had three biggies constantly in our face. Hence the introduction of the GCR. The Global Currency Reset as it is now known.

Yep, that outta keep 'em busy for a while. Or so they thought with their incredible thinking. So while we were initially feeling as if we were finally nearing the top of Mt. RV, as it turns out we'd only barely reached Base Camp at the bottom of Mt. GCR.

Once again putting our disappointment level to the test. Which of course we passed that test quite some time ago and with flying colors I might add. I don't care if you've been in this thing for ten weeks, ten months, or ten years, disappointment is the one constant in this game. 

This journey has been a roller coaster full of it from the very beginning. That is one thing no one can deny. And the mere fact that we keep coming back for more has been a testament to our ability to persevere regardless of what we're presented with. Once again, putting our perseverance to the test and as usual, we passed that test as well.

How about our ability to adjust our expectations. Can't say we haven't had that part of us put to the test on a number of occasions. Indeed, that has been one of the toughest tests of all. At least for me anyway.

Suddenly I was able to relate more to my parents and their childhood struggles. Able to put myself in their balloon-festooned Wonderbread bag lined shoes, trudging their way to school seven days a week through waist high level snow, uphill both ways, to school and back home. Boggles my mind imagining all the tests they went through and the life lessons they must have learned along the way.

Once again, we're learning. Learning to believe. Not so much in the tall tales of how tough our parents had it growing up but more along the lines of how tough, how strong, how resilient we are and how persevering we can be when we need it mo

Choosing to continue pushing forward when it would be so much easier just to give up, sell out, and walk away. Chalk it up to another lesson learned. However, we're smart enough to realize that all we'd be accomplishing by doing that is erasing everything else we've been tested on throughout this entire journey. All those "wins" gone just that fast.

Which brings to mind patience. If there's anything we've been Master's at it's the fine art of patience. No one and I mean no one can take that away from us. In the beginning people would criticize us, saying we didn't "earn" our long awaited reward. We basically bought it. Let's hear what they have to say now. If we haven't earned it by now, we never will.

I don't know about you but I'm getting a bit tired of all these tests. I think it's about time we graduate, grab our Currency College Diploma, and get on with living a wonderful life.

Although there is one last thing I wouldn't mind learning. That being how does one toss their Graduation Cap straight up in the air post graduation so as to be able to ensure that your cap comes straight back down to you and not someone else.

Reason being is I always keep a 25K note tucked away in my Graduation Cap. You know, just in case they happen to get on the EBS and announce the GCR has happened while I'm in the middle of my graduation ceremony. It would be just my luck. Perhaps you can teach an old dog a new trick after all.

Hang in there folks. Things are happening all over the world. Things are changing on a global level. Changes we never thought would be possible are now happening on the daily. And with regularity. Before we know it we'll have finally reached the top of Mt. GCR. We'll have passed the last test with flying colors.

 Kindly,

 Dr. Dinar

 Disclaimer; I'm not a Wealth Manager, Financial Advisor, CPA, Tax Attorney, RV/GCR Committee member, a Professional Test Taker, nor am I a Professional Mountain Climber. I'm simply someone that chooses to believe in the power of positive thinking and on the odd chance this GCR thing truly is real, I want to make sure I'm there at the finish line to enjoy it.