EXOGEN: INDONESIAN RUPIAH BANK STORY FROM STAGE3ALPHA MEMBER
NOTE: THIS IS AT THE BANK WE TOLD YOU ABOUT IN OCTOBER
I went to XXX to open an account with them and to exchange my Rupiah. They was not going to allow me to exchange my Rupiah, because I did not have an account with them and then I had to have an account with them for 6 months in order to exchange any foreign currency..
However, They allowed me to exchange my Indonesia Rupiah and open a checking account on the same day..
The lady told me that she would send my Rupiah to XXXXXX to the Currency Foreign Currency Department and my account would be credited within 5-7 business days.. If I had already had an account with them, it would have taken 24-48 hours..
The rate was low, but I did it anyway hoping that the value would change soon. They only charge $10 for anything under $1,000 and $20 for anything over $1,000 to exchange foreign currency.
The only thing they are accepting at the moment is Indonesia Rupiah. I am hoping that they will exchange it at a revalued rate before I it hits my account.. Currently the rate for 100k Rupiah is $7 and I am believing that the rate will change before my account gets credited.. I will keep you posted on what happens next.
Thanks for keeping us informed..
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I see that my time line seems to be holding for 21/22nd.
I have seen this pattern the entire year but hopefully this finally breaks the mold. I think on Monday to Tuesday the numbers are just going to show.
China initially wanted a slow roll out but every month there was some sort of "impediment "
(I like this new word!), whether Iraq needed to fix something, or something wasn't signed or there was an entity that blocked it.
Elmer, Iko and the TNT gang have been working on reserching and understanding this for months. We have watched the markets; watched the news and read the books. I would say we became "educated"as well so that we could attempt to keep everyone informed as this worldly event took shape.
What should have been a simple investment became part of a life altering event that effects everyone.
I , for one, can't wait for this to be over but I also wanted to see this thru to the end. I am sure that everyone will agree to that.
We are still hearing that China is in the driver's seat and they are calling the shots. and that no one is stopping this, and that there are no further road blocks.
I see it as a time issue. I see it this way, if the public is going with us then, I believe,the forex has to show the change.
Iraq needs to officially show the rate change and we know there is no value yet on new denoms.
I say that we may see it east to west when markets open up.
This was the longest process to RV that there ever was but it did need to be done perfectly
In the end it has become a slingshot approach according to sources.
But we cannot forget how strong the "numbers" play into Chinese customs and even the IMF has referred to specific numbers especially the number 7.
We have followed calenders, the moons, the stars, the seasons and the astrology and now it's time to release it and take a rest. IMO
The only other points of info is that 12-25-2015,which has multiple 7's also has a 100% full moon and 1-1-2016 are crazy eights again.
I am retiring for the night and hopeful for tomorrow, the 20th of December.
platinumrunway : its about to get real
dajen : platinum I have court on Monday and no Lawyer. You Think I will be able to afford one Monday?
platinumrunway : dajen it will be close
platinumrunway : Guys the ref has determined the touchdown is good!
Mountain Mole: This is so much like making moonshine. It has to be done undercover, no leaks, a lot of heat, everyone wants some, some get busted and go to jail. But when this goes live the party is started
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*Adventure With Grandma*
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I
remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big
sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even
dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day
because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told
the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier
when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were
world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her
everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous!
Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes
me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second
world-famous, cinnamon bun.
"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it.
I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but
never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and
crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For
a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill,
wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the
kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out,
when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath
and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs.Pollock's grade-two class.
Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess
during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he
had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and
he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.
I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm,
and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady
behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I
replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and
ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible)
and wrote on the package, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" -- Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.
Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept
noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk Then Grandma gave me
a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on
his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and
Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door
to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering,
beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that
those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they
Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under