And then, something in me clicked. Suddenly, I was done. I got in the truck, looked at the time and decided I had time to go play in the desert. It was about 2:20 in the afternoon. Later, after I loaded all the tools and drove off, I checked my cell phone messages and Peter had left a message saying, “Dude, it’s about 4:20 my time. You just did something. Something huge just happened. Did you find the gold? What happened?”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
About six or so weeks after that, I was again in a session with the previously mentioned very gifted intuitive and I asked her in passing, “What was I doing down there, digging that hole?” “You were using the jackhammer to free some blocked energy in the mountain the way acupressure can work on a body’s meridians.”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
Sounded good to me. But the night that the job seemed to be done, I was on my way back to the nearest town and started to feel an immense power, which raised some emotions in me. At about that time, I spoke to Peter, and he said, “Did you find the gold?”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
And I said, “In my heart. I found the gold in my heart.” The emotions I was experiencing I could only translate to these words, and these were words that applied to me: “Please just have faith in me.” I couldn’t explain it at the time, but those are the only words that could satisfy the power of the feeling.<\/p>\r\n\r\n
Now, I’ve had a half dozen “Unity with All” experiences, and another dozen of the major awakening epiphanies we’ve all experienced, and yet that, and several since, are so quietly, majestically powerful, that I was left with no questions as to what I was becoming. For me, the quiet ones, the ones that abide in the Silence of the Deep, and leave you so astounded by yourself, those are the ones with power. I don’t need to visually experience a supernova while on a Cosmic trip. That would be a cartoon for me. The quiet, solid, majestic, immovable, powerful experiences – those show me what I need to see.<\/p>\r\n\r\n
The next morning Peter and I spoke again. He had some information for me. He told me that Saint Germain had shown him that I was Alexander the Great. By this time and even a few years before, I simply didn’t care about those sorts of things, apart from the fact that Alexander had pillaged a great deal from a great number of people, and perhaps I was simply satisfying that debt, and yet, while there were many corollaries, something didn’t seem quite “right” about it. We haven’t even bothered to explore the “truth” of it since.<\/p>\r\n\r\n
In some ways it struck me as one of their misdirections that, on the face of it, can drive us crazy, but always, 100% of the time, it pans out into a perfect synchronicity of events that provide the absolutely perfect lesson – of the type that cannot be learned any other way. But I was feeling some frustration. I get agitated, and when I do there is something big-to-huge about to happen or come through. From time to time, however, I will complain about it to Them that this or that is “something that I alone needed to hear” – (Ala Neo and the Oracle) – “instead just give me the straight dope.”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
Back home in front of the computer, Peter and I were talking about that, and he said, “What’s bugging you?” And I said, “You gotta understand that I have been doing nothing but operating on faith alone for seventeen years. You get to see all this stuff. You don’t need faith. I get feelings that I know I’m never wrong about, I bat a thousand with those feelings, and sometimes what you tell me runs counter to my own sense.” And he said, “What can they do for you?”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
I had been given by this time no fewer than ten solid signs, synchronizations you can’t ignore, and yet I wanted more. I could sense from Them both, “When will he learn” and “I don’t blame him.” “What can they do for me? I want another bone. A big one.” “It’s on its way to you at the speed of light. And it will blow your hair back. It will be totally left field. You won’t have expected this one. Call me and tell me what it is when you get it.” And then we hung up. One minute after we hung up, no exaggeration, Mary Beth (Merit) calls and says, “I’ve been forgetting to tell you about something. Five days ago I was at…”<\/p>\r\n\r\n
And I’ll just encapsulate the story. She was with her drum teacher, and he was suddenly very adamant that she look at a Website. He wouldn’t let it go. He almost bodily put her in front of the computer. It was a Website by a woman who’d made quite a study of everything Mayan, and then had done calculations and extrapolations that\u00a0translated into locations of “main energy nodes” as anchors for a grid. Those locations, connected by lines, and then superimposed over a two-dimensional representation of Earth, formed a five-pointed star, which itself was interesting because Mark (previously mentioned) and I had a very strong compulsion to build a five pointed star around the site, which we did with stakes and very detailed measurement over rough ground and whatnot.<\/p>\r\n\r\n
To be continued tomorrow…<\/p>\r\n\r\n
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