The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Thirty

We walked around the pond and talked pretty much about nothing, but soon there was some communication going on with Peter and we walked out to this little peninsula that was there only because of the low water. There, Peter did something with a large ball of energy, blue if I remember correctly, and then gave me an instruction that I can’t remember, and then the place was just very quickly scoured of all the densities of what had taken place there, leaving an environment where the dark little weaklings (poor blind little creatures that they are) could no longer hang out.

As we stood there, a rock was showing just above the surface maybe 200 feet from where we were. The Lady of the Lake arose there, revealing herself to Peter, rising up from the water holding aloft a sword over her head. Talk about Merlin-like stuff! Huh? Is that cool or what? She thanked us and had a message. She told us the story involving that tree, Peter’s “Jesus Tree.” It was about a man, his love, a young woman, and how a jealous and powerful witch killed him and directed his spirit into the tree itself, entrapping it there for her own use, which was one of the linchpin horrors that had taken place around there. I saw it all as Peter described it, but could only make out faint outlines of the Lady of the Lake here, at this place which became rife with an enchanted energy (revisited just recently). She was silvery, magical and beautiful. She told us that the tree had been cut down, but I can’t remember why.

So that I don’t forget to include it below, on my last visit to Connecticut in January we went back to the pond and it was a wholly different place. The energy was peaceful, lovely, warm and loving. It had a distinct feeling of enchantment, like the work we’d done made it an inviting destination for fairies, sylphs and other elementals. The Lady of the Lake arose and greeted us, twinkling and happy, and sent us on our way.

That day in September, though, when we did the work, we were actually on the way to the airport, I believe, for my trip home. In the last half-hour of the drive we produced some important information relating to something, but I can’t remember what it was about. It’s not that I’m forgetful, believe me please…it’s that SO MUCH happens in the course of any few day period that it’s hard, very hard, to be able to recall it for the purpose of posterity. It all gets filed and used as needed.

Not too long after that was the event of the annular eclipse of October the 3rd, and I’ll here recount the episode you’ve already read in the flow of this narrative.

There is a place in Utah that is considered by local Natives to be exceedingly sacred. In fact, the more I learn about my own state, which I already consider to be among the most sacred regions on Earth (if not the most), the more I’m coming to know just how big a role it plays in the transformation of Earth and her people. You’ve already read a good portion of the story to date in the TWS documents.

In any event, through a series of conversations with Peter coupled with my own guidance and some books, there was an area pinpointed near Vernal, Utah (in Dryfork Canyon), that called for my completing an alchemical procedure in that area. The purpose seems to have been manifold. It was something like a christening of the area itself, like an update perhaps, an introduction of me as a physically embodied “player” in unfolding events to the area itself, an introduction of sorts of me to disembodied guardians located there, for example an ancient Native guardian who goes by “One Who Sits by the Stream,” and to (tough to explain) create the necessary environment and parameters through the alchemy (and an associated initiation of sorts) that unlocks certain information for the furtherance of this bizarre adventure. I realize how much this sounds like political double-speak, but I’m doing my best.

The alchemy was finished in five stages all prior to October 3. This alchemy is for Peter and I, and will be used to unlock information, and consists of four different metals in their higher transitional states. I don’t know whether or not we’ll be instructed to make it available to this group, or even less so to a (at least semi-) enlightened public experienced with the use of alchemical preparations, but it feels as though we will be at some point. [Of course, this is what became Spacius, publically available, which I count, personally, to be amazing alchemy in its own right, even now.]

In discovering what was to be spoken, it became immediately clear that there was to be a conception and birth of a new Being on that day, apparently the offspring of Prometheus Rising. I needed to be in the appointed area, presumably on a mountain, facing East at Sunrise, and then later, facing West, at Sunset. (You’ve probably noticed that I capitalize the directions. I do this because those directions are also their own autonomous intelligence and they appreciate it when I do, as do the Sun, Moon and Earth, all dear friends of mine.) That morning on the phone with Peter he said, “And, Dude, They want you to know that this has never been done before.”

So, here goes. I rambled out there, about three hours from home, on Sunday afternoon and, with a stupid smile on my face, promptly drove up the completely wrong road in my reconnaissance of the area (and I usually know when I’m on the wrong road!). And later figured out, after it became dark, that I would be in a different canyon in the morning but without the benefit of reconnaissance, which meant that I’d have to be up a half hour earlier than planned (blast the fates!) just to drive around and feel for the right place.