The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Five
Peter looked at the table linen for two seconds and immediately put three marks on it. I told him to put the marker on each of the marks and leave it so that the mark would bleed through and mark the map, which he did while I asked him what he’d seen. “Three different colored dots.” I whipped the cloth away. Looking at the map, Peter said, “Two of these are bogus. One is correct. This one.” The mark he was pointing at was less than a quarter of an inch from my X.
Pretty stunning. That was the place we would be going to the following day, some ninety minutes from Salt Lake City. Peter had a few things to add. “There will be some physical manifestations. I see fire, fire everywhere. Or maybe it’s not fire. Whatever. We have to take your staff and the statue and the tape recorder.” It seems like there was something else we were supposed to take, and did take, but I can’t remember what it was.
Saint Germain assigned Archangel Gabriel to me to be a beacon. My truck has since become known as Gabe. This becomes more relevant as the story unfolds, as Peter is able to connect with the spirit of the truck and literally communicate with “him” in amazingly conventional terms.
There were apparently two main reasons for our odyssey: (1) to locate a treasure of gold, and (2) Peter needed to go through some sort of Rite of Passage. So we got up in the morning and took off. It’s worth mentioning that on the day before, when we were on the mountain above Bountiful, where I live, which is a town a few miles north of Salt Lake City, Peter was pointing at an area about 1,000 feet above the Great Salt Lake, and said, “There’s a City of Light right there.”
On the way to the location, he pointed several others out, saying something like, “This whole area is very important for what’s to come. There’s a City of Light above the land there, and a facility on the ground there,” pointing out the exact locations as he saw them. “The one on the ground is used to balance Earth energy. Some of them are space ports, all kinds of stuff. There’s nothing like this back East.”
We got on the last stretch of road leading to the place on the map and suddenly Peter pulled the small statue out of his pocket and put it on the dash board. I began to feel an intensely powerful energy. It had been a quite a while, three years probably, since I’d felt an energy big enough to take my breath away, and this was doing just that. The statue was vibrating in such a way on the dash that it began to rotate, pointing in a certain direction that happened to be the only illuminated area in the whole valley, which is quite a large valley.
The energy feeling in me continued to elevate. It was incredible, on the verge of overwhelm. We stopped and got the map out and decided that we had to turn right, which we did. As we drove down that road Peter was seeing a great light either behind or on a mountain about a mile away. We turned onto a dirt road that seemed to be the one to use to reach it. Peter described what he was seeing: “There are hundreds, no thousands, of beings here, lining the road, cheering us on, like today is some kind of celebration.”
By now I had learned to take everything Peter would say and had been saying in stride, because it was sometimes so far out there it was indescribable, and yet almost all of it was dead on, and the stuff that wasn’t would be shown later to be what was necessary to be shown for very specific reasons. Pointing at the mountain, he said, “Moses is standing on top of that mountain, right there. The golden bulls that have been following me around are also up there to his right.”
We hung a left and started up the road leading to the mountain. When we reached its base Peter said, “Stop the truck here.” We got out and walked over to this spot where on either side of the road were these girders standing out of the ground. This was obviously some kind of large mining operation now defunct, old speed limit signs all shot up, junk lying around. I had a hunch about those girders, and asked Peter, “What does that look like?”
“It’s an enormous golden gate. This mountain is a temple.” I walked towards the girders and he said, “Stop. You have to say something.” I said, “I willingly accept the abundant bounty the Ascended Masters and the Cosmos desire to give me,” and then I stepped through “the gate.” I did feel a strangely subtle difference, a kind of cool sensation along my spine and outward across my back. Then Peter needed to say something, and did, but I can’t remember what it was. I had this sense that we needed to walk up the mountain, and Peter said, “Yeah, we could, but the truck wants to go.” And then he was once again questioning the sanity of a truck “wanting” to do anything. So we climbed back in the truck, drove through the “Golden Gates” and up the mountain.
Where we stopped the truck, the odometer read 12000.0 exactly, which was kind of an eye-opener, and that was one of the signs they wanted us to note, which is why the “truck” wanted to go. We got out and started to walk up the mountain. Peter started recognizing what was going on. “This is a temple of some sort, only it’s not really in another dimension, like the Cities of Light, it’s more like it’s concealed through some holographic technology. Those giant golden bulls are right up there, sentries, and further up the hill is where Moses is still standing.”
Note – It’s worth mentioning at this point that I took a friend, Mark, out there sometime later. To go there is a kind of pilgrimage. He has a fairly well developed gift for “second site,” and without suggesting a thing, I told him to allow himself to “see” as we drove and to describe what he was “seeing.” He described people, thousands of people, all over the place, and he felt that it was a kind of celebration.
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