The Modern Day Mystic Story Part Four

The person you all know as “Merit” on the Forum is Mary Beth, as mentioned above. Years before she had given me a small statue bust of a woman. It was clearly very old, an artifact of some kind. We all thought it was from Egypt. I sensed its power, loved it, kept many people from trying to steal it from me, and only through my broadening perspective came to realize that the statue was “pissed” about being referred to as an “it.” She’s a she, and she lives, and she has a role in all of this. It turns out she belonged to Peter – can’t remember the details, something about a past life as a Pharaoh or some incidental.

There’s another thing to throw in at this point to hammer home the “year of the choice” thing. Pamela, who you all know is associated with ZPTech (she actually pretty much runs the show now), has a brother who is currently in Iraq (I believe). This example will illustrate many things on many different levels. About two weeks before Peter’s visit he had a small cortege of some blown up, shredded, maimed, bleeding, torn apart, dead American soldiers coming to him. They had a message. Peter couldn’t figure out what it might be, but he sensed great heart and courage in these obviously very naive and misguided beings. And these astral “after images” of themselves couldn’t tell him what they wanted because the context of their message had not yet arrived.

Pamela and her brother had never, not once in their lives (they weren’t close, but are now), done anything alone together. Enter Giant Coincidence One. He was back in the States from Iraq at the time. They decided to go see a concert, and on the way Pam (Giant Coincidence Two) suggested they stop in and visit Peter and I at my place. When they arrived, I thought Peter was going to come out of his skin. How he keeps his composure when seeing the things he sees is clearly why he’s so ideally suited for his job.

We all said hello and exchanged pleasantries, and Peter walked over to me and on the sly said, “Those soldiers are here for him,” meaning Pam’s brother. Meanwhile, Pam’s brother took us to a Website where there was a video of their military training, which we watched. It was all set to loud, violent, jarring, sort of extreme sports type music.

After they left, Peter said, “When he walked in, a seven foot grim reaper walked in right behind him, scythe and all. He’s going to die in Iraq. He’s scheduled for death. He’s going to be heading down a dirt road into a blood red sunset and there’s going to be an ambush.” But he didn’t need to say anything more, because the whole vision unfolded right before me and instantly, as a means of showing me a perfect example of how most of the world will not know that they’re being presented with THE choice.

I saw her brother in the lead vehicle of a convoy, and he would have a sudden feeling, one of those you can’t explain. The way I understood it was something like Neo had in The Matrix, when he knew he had a choice. It was a feeling that he couldn’t explain, but he knew something, and that was that he could get Morpheus out, could save him. He said, “Morpheus knew something, and I do too. I can save him.” Pam’s brother would find himself in a position where he might say, “Guys, stop the truck. I have to tell you about something. As crazy as it sounds, I was told about this, what’s about to happen.”

And then he would tell them about the letter I wrote to be given to him before he went aboard the plane on his way back to Iraq. This was the choice point, the Shakespearean moment that would decide fate, the flaw in one’s character that brings down the empire or the correction of that flaw which determines destiny. He would driven by either fear or love. His fear would stem from going against orders, facing court martial, not letting the convoy go further. In choosing love, he would be sacrificing himself to the potential of court martial, but having the courage to stand up, to step up to the plate, to change something no matter what his macho army buddies thought of him, but not caring, because within him he was having an experience of Truth and not denying it, not this time.

It was an amazing vision. The context of the dead soldiers had arrived. Naturally they were living “out of time” and couldn’t possibly ascertain for themselves the moment at which they were to deliver their message.

Once their message was delivered, they were invited to go to the light, which they did. As I understand it, in giving the message to Pam’s brother the timeline was effectively changed, the potential no longer existed. On another level of being, due to our involvement, he somehow made his choice, probably in accepting the letter and not discounting it out of hand. Timelines get changed all the time; it’s probably happened to each of you several times this month.

So, back to the story. Peter and I had an appointment, planned for eons. We weren’t precisely clear on what the appointment was about, where it would be, or with whom it would be, but it didn’t matter. Some weeks before in a conversation with Saint G through Peter, he said you (meaning me) could spin a globe, stop it, feel around the area of your right index finger and find the “warmth.” This is a good time to point out the ways of the Ascended Masters.

Of course they could show us everything, but if they did we would be “robbed” of the beauty and excitement of discovery. That whole approach spills over into this entire effort. It’s like the slogan is, “Let there be a surprise!” Their highest priority is that it be fun and exciting. Excitement is a tremendously powerful energy, and they want every one of us to be excited out of our minds every day.

The instructions from Saint G got more explicit. “Take a map, put your thumb on what you think is the center, extend your index finger and then rotate your hand with your thumb as the pivot point counterclockwise until you feel you have rotated it eighteen degrees. Near your index finger will be the spot. I grabbed a Utah map while I was on the phone with Peter, who by the way lives in Connecticut, and did as I was told. Interestingly, my finger was in an area of Utah that is rich in precious metals, for a time in the ’40s I think, was the richest gold district in the U.S.

I used my fingers to feel around the area but felt no “warmth,” and then one day it occurred to me to use my left ring finger, and sure enough I felt the warmth with it. Looking closely at the area, it was in one of the markedly Biblical places in Utah, Jericho. Using my subtle senses to fine tune the location, I put a X on the map with a pen and left it at that. The night of Peter’s arrival we got the map out and I invited him to leave the room. I spread the map out on an ottoman, covered it with a Martha Stewart table covering, spun it around several times, and had Peter come back in and sit down before the linen covered map. I handed him a marker and said, “Do your thing.”

—————————————————————————–Namaste,

Peter Schenk – Modern Day Mystic

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