Dream Catcher

Never let life become to serious or to ernest.
See the lighter side and have a sense of humor.
From: God Spoke To Me by Eileen Caddy

A Cabin on the Mountain Side... (Total 7078 words.)

In 1973 I bought a piece of property at the foot of a mountain in Southern Oregon. I wanted a place, a retreat, where I could live quietly, and live what I believed to be a spiritual life.

I was a fruitarian and had just recently recovered from a serious illness. I was skin and bones... some people commented that I looked like, "death warmed over." But because of my diet I had lots of energy and even if I looked bad, I felt really good.

I built a small cabin about a fifty yards up from the valley floor on the edge of a log deck. A log deck is a small flat area dozed out of the side of a mountain where cut logs can be loaded on a truck to be carried to the mill.

The cabin hung out over the steep incline of the side of the mountain and had a deck on three sides. A small year-round creek ran right by the side of the cabin. I had a down-hill water supply by installing a plastic pipe to a pool above the cabin.

It was a sweet place, relatively isolated and quiet, tucked away among tall second growth fir and pine trees. There were some drawbacks. The mountain side was a sea of small poison oak bushes. It looked like an alfalfa field, only it was a poison oak field. I was very allergic to poison oak and knew it had to be dealt with if I was going to live there. I decided to ignore the poison oak and let my body develop immunity to it.

The road up to my cabin was an old logging road in poor condition that turned into a mud slide when it rained for a few days. So I had to park at the bottom of the mountain... a lot. It does rain in Oregon!

An interesting thing about that mountain side property was that I was always disoriented about which direction was which. Even after I bought a compass and knew for sure which direction I was looking... it felt like North was still South and East was West. It confused me a bit... but it was interesting sensation.

I finally learned to live with it and could determine direction accurately by establishing the cardinal points on the compass from my porch... that large fir tree is North and that rock is South and so on. But as long as I lived there those directions never felt right.

I have always had an excellent sense of direction and no matter where I went I always knew which direction was which.

About ten miles away, as the crow flies, was the Oregon Vortex. It is one of the largest in the world. This vortex is a swirling mass of nonmagnetic energy that wells up out of the earth. On aeronautical maps it was a "No Fly Zone" because it shoots up in the air for 45,000 feet and affects some airplane instruments. For me it was a "No Go Zone" because my spirit guides told me to keep out of it.

My nearest neighbor lived about a quarter of a mile away. He and his wife owned a ranch across the paved county road which skirted the mountain where we lived. Their property and my place had frontage along the road for about a quarter of a mile.

I met my neighbor one day and he told me that he had lived on their place for forty years and that along with ranching he worked as a forester. He told me a lot about the area and the people that lived in the valley and that as long as he lived there the little creek that ran by my cabin had never dried up. That was good news.

He asked me if my property was surveyed... and I told him that to my knowledge it was not. He said he would be happy to help me "shoot a line" along the back of my property to establish the back property line. The front property line was in the center of the county road. The east end of the property was along an old fence line which ran up the mountain.

My place was shaped like a triangle. This was the third place in a row where I lived on a triangular piece of property. It seems that there should be a message in that... but I never figured it out. Anyway, I liked triangles.

We measured up the old fence line on the East end of the property, the distance described on the deed. Then we began shooting the back property line which zeroed out about a quarter of a mile down the road.

The way we did this was that I sighted across the compass through front and back sights, while keeping track of the exact direction in a little mirror that displayed the face of the compass. When I had everything lined up with the stake my friend held, I would signal him to move right or left and drive a marker. Then I would move forward to the marker and we would do the same process all over again.

The survey went well until we got a little way past my cabin. I set up to shoot the line and discovered that compass needle was crosswise to the sights in the mirror. "What the heck?" I called my friend and asked him to come and sight the compass.

He did and said, "Well that's as far as we go." I asked him what was wrong and he replied, "You see that big rock cliff face above us." I said, "Yeah?" "Well," he said, "There is some kind of magnetic force field coming out of that cliff." "They are all over the place in this part of the state and you can't shoot a compass line through them."

Craziness...

Every month or so I would become disoriented and extremely confused. After this happened a couple of times I began to think of these periods of mental distortion as, "mind ripples". Some times it would take me a day or so to realize I was being affected by a mind ripple. I don't know the source of these mind ripples but I have read that sunspot activity affects the earths magnetic field which in turn affects some peoples minds.

I knew a nurse that worked on the mental health ward at a hospital in a fare sized city nearby. I would call her when I experienced a mind ripple and ask about the wards population. Invariably she would say they had a full house as of last night or that morning.

Most of the patients that came in thought they were crazy or going crazy and were being treated for various types of insanity. When in fact most of these patients have a gift of being sensitive to the cycles in nature. Its not 'normal' to be sensitive to natures cycles in this culture, so they are crazy, and being had by the system, and themselves, because of their lack of information and understanding.

The hospital allowed visitors on the ward and for awhile I tried to help those patients that would listen to me. I remember one very nice man, he about thirty five years old, who had a serious car accident and sustained severe head injuries.

After he was able to go home, from the hospital, his father who had passed on years before, came to visit him often and would sit on the edge of his bed at night and chat with him. He told his wife about his father's visits and his wife told the rest of the family and he soon found himself committed to the, "loonie bin".

This poor man was the victim of his families ignorance and the systems intolerance for any experience other than, what they call, "normal". "Good grief!!! Well, we got to talking and he said, "I just want to go home." "I'm not going to hurt anyone, I don't understand why everyone is so upset."

The man carried on a perfectly normal conversation and seemed normal in every respect except... that he saw and talked to his dead father. To me, a real gift. I asked him if he would like me to help him get out of there, and he said he would.

First I said, don't talk to anyone about your father except to people who will understand. Its OK to visit with your father, just don't tell anyone, particularly your family. I told him, I believed it was a gift and that he had gotten his ability to see and hear his father because of his head injuries. And that he definitely was not crazy.

He said he didn't think he was crazy either, just confused and lacked understanding of his situation. He said he just wanted his life back the way it was before the accident and even wished his dad would stop visiting him. I asked him if he really meant that, and he said "no" that he really loved his father and was very close to him, and enjoyed talking to him very much.

I asked my friend, the nurse, what was the best way of getting out of there and she gladly told me. She didn't' think the man belonged in there either. And I told the fellow what she told me.

"Get better slowly. Enter into the therapy groups. Tell the doctors that he was feeling a little better and that his father was visiting him less and less over time. Call your wife and family and talk normal, don't mention your father and if it comes up, play it down and say he hasn't been around for awhile."

"Try to establish, "normal" relations with everyone. Keep up on current events, read the daily newspaper, memorize the headlines, always know the day of the week and the date. The doctors will ask you questions before your release: what year is it, what's the presidents name, what did you have for supper last night, count back wards from a hundred, what's your wife and mother's names etc."

When they ask you how you feel, don't get carried away, just say, "Oh, I'm feeling pretty good now, a lot better than I was." The man was released some time later and went back to live with his wife and family. I never saw him again.

Most people don't know this but psychiatrists and other mental health workers can get a persons civil rights suspended for observation for up to four days ( in Oregon, in the 1970's) even if that person voluntarily asks for help, and even if they are not committed.

Later, I was trying to help a girl at the hospital psychic ward that had an obsession that she was going to die before she turned thirty. I asked her how she knew this. And she said, "The TV tells me that every day." We were sitting in front of a TV and someone on a program said, "You don't have many days left," and the girl said, "see" and I said that I heard it but that it didn't mean anything. And she protested and told me that the TV was talking directly to her. I suggested that she turn the TV off, but she said that she couldn't do that.

This girl was completely caught-up (obsessed) with the illusion that the TV was talking to her personally. When she doesn't die before thirty, the TV will probably give her another goal, until she figures it out, that what she is into, is insanity, and turns the TV off. She was very attractive and nice, and could have had a happy creative life, but was trapped by her obsession.

When I was a young man, I knew a woman in my hometown, that said the newspaper and some magazines had personal messages for her. She claimed the newspapers often answered her recent questions about her personal life. I believe she held on to this obsession for most of her life.

The valley I was living in must have been "very hot" with magnetic energy. I noticed that after I filled my car up with gas that if I drove in one direction my gas gage would register full... and if I turned around and drove the other direction the gas gage would register nearly empty.

The sending unit in my gas tank was a float that moved an arm along a wound coil which was magnetic. I assumed the magnetic force field in the area was affecting the coil in the gas gauge sender of my old car.

After I moved into my cabin I spent a lot of time studying... spiritual geometry, color, herbs, alternative medicine, raw food diet and such spiritual subjects as love, forgiveness and living in the here and now. I prayed and meditated often.

My studies were intense... a pleasant obsession. I would study a subject for a week or ten days, maybe geometry, and wake up one morning and wonder about a specific color, think about it a bit, and I would be off and running studying color for a week or so.

I didn't have to work at a job because I had a small income, my mortgage payment was just a hundred dollars a month, I ate very little, and had no utilities to pay. I used a kerosene lamp for lighting, and walked most of the time instead of driving. I had a small garden and there were a lot of orchards in the valley. So I had a good food supply without much cost. My living situation was ideal, except a bit lonely.

Rattlesnakes...

Another drawback in my little paradise was rattle snakes. I wasn't afraid of them... on the other hand, I didn't want to step on one accidentally and be bitten. There must have been a rattle snake den somewhere up the mountain side because quite often I would step out on the porch and find a little rattle snake laying there sunning itself. Baby rattle snakes tend to drift downhill from their den.

It was my habit to catch the little snakes that sunned themselves on my porch and put them in a five gallon plastic bucket, and haul them down the valley, and let them out. I left one side of the lid unsealed so the snakes could get air.

The reason I went to all this bother was because I didn't feel like it was right to kill something just for being what it was. Those snakes were just snakes, doing their snake thing, and as long as I was careful and watched where I stepped I believed we could coexist.

Once walking up the mountain side toward home, I came across a rattler lying stretched out in a mesquite bush. It was about two and a half feet long... the only large one that I ran across while I lived there. I left it alone and went on home. It was just to big for me put a stick across it's neck and grab it behind the head and put it in a bucket.

I was slightly acquainted with an Indian fellow that lived up in the hills a few miles away. I met him one day along the road and he told me he had recently been bitten by a rattler about three feet long. He said he was walking along in the bottom of a creek bed and the snake struck him from a high bank and bit him in the thigh.

He said he reached down and grabbed the snake to pull it off, and when he jerked on the snake, it's head came off with it's fangs still imbedded in his leg. He said he had a devil of a time getting the head loose.

I asked him if he had gone to a doctor. "Naw, if you can't out ornery a little old snake, you should die anyway." He slipped his pants down and his flesh was bright purple from his mid-calf up to his hip. He died a few days later. His passing saddened me a great deal, I didn't know the man well, but I liked him.

His experience of being bitten by a rattle snake, and dying from it, gave me pause. I became a lot more careful where I stepped and reached into the bushes... I still carried the little snakes away.

I was relatively happy in my mountain retreat... on my path seeking enlightenment. I studied, prayed, meditated, chanted affirmations and read a lot of spiritual books. I would often fast for a number of days to help clean the toxic matter out of my body. I believed that physical and mental purity and right thinking were the foundation for living a spiritual life.

To me spirituality is not casually thinking it, talking about it, or going to church, taking classes or reading books. To me spiritually is preparing your body and mind to receive God's inspiration in your thinking, in your speech and in your actions.

The goal in life is spiritual enlightenment... to unite the conscious mind with the Soul. And that spiritual enlightenment is the goal in life for every human being born on this earth, and it awaits each of us just over the horizon in our own mind.

I hadn't lived in my cabin very long until I began to have some unusual experiences. At night lying in my bunk bed I could see out of the big window at the other end of the cabin. There were several deciduous trees growing out there just beyond the deck. I began to see faces outlined by the leaves. The faces were very distinct and were about four or five feet across.

The first face I saw was an indian in a headdress. This lasted a long time... several weeks. By then I had become used to the indian, and didn't pay much attention to it. Then one evening I looked out and there was George Washington. I had no idea what these cut-outs*** meant. Some kind of sign, maybe? Possibly they symbolized some interest in my path.

I soon noticed when driving a night that the headlights of the oncoming cars were painfully bright. And that some noise and odors were overwhelming. My senses were becoming very acute. I had read that when your body reached a certain level of purity your senses became very sharp.

One thing I really enjoyed was listening to the hoot owls in the evening. They would, "Whoooooo, whoooooo, and sometimes I would, whoooooo, whoooooo right back. I really didn't know if they were answering my call or not, but it was a lot of fun.

I saw my first crenellated red-headed woodpecker there, that's the Woody Woodpecker one. I was surprised how large he was... about the size of a small Crow. He came by every few days, pecking away here and there, exploring the tree bark for his dinner of bugs and grubs.

There were many other creatures that kept me company, besides the rattle snakes... deer, gray squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons, possums, skunks and a lot of birds... all the usual mountain critters. No bear or cougars, as far as I knew, thank you Lord.

Almost immediately after I dedicated myself to the path I noticed that I was continually, "in the flow," that things were being done for me to make my life easier. Soon I began to have, what I would call spiritual insight and inspirational thoughts. ***change. small stores no; chain stores OK

The first step on the seekers path is your dedication to Almighty God, and living a spiritual life. Which is a reorientation of your thinking and living patterns and a covenant with Almighty God to do his will. There is no set form for this. You should speak from the heart, and just say what you feel.

My dedication went something like this. I spoke aloud, "I affirm that I Am One with Almighty God." "Thank you, Lord, for receiving me into your Being." "I will strive to my utmost to realize our union by living to my, Highest Light.""Thank You, that it is so."

I soon developed foresight, I could 'feel' people coming my way... or realize certain events were about to happen. If a certain person came to mind or I started thinking about a person often, it was a sure sign that I would meet them soon.

Sometime after this I began to see spirits wandering through my cabin in the evening after I got in bed. They didn't seem to see me or know where they were. They looked the same with my eyes open or closed. I realized
that I was seeing them through my third eye... or with spiritual sight. This
didn't bother me at the time, but later these experiences of seeing into the astral plain got very intense.

Along about this time I began to have visions both while wide awake and sleeping. The dream visions were like regular dreams except they were very clear and intense, and in vivid colors. The daytime visions were like my mind would turn on an internal video (without sound) and I could see the vision with my eyes open or closed and watch it play out. The information in these visions were always right on the money.

I began to hear voices in my head which did bother me. It's one thing to see spirits drifting quietly by and another to have a lot of voices clambering for attention in your head. There were a number of different voices: some were very abusive, cursed and shouted at me, others begged and pleaded, some criticized me and tried to make me feel guilty, others were very demanding, a few were calm and collected, supportive and seemingly giving good advise. I had no knowledge of God's Inner Voice at this time.

I don't remember how many voices there were or what they said but I do remember the ceaseless, unending racket they made. They about drove me crazy... and sometimes they did. When I was tired after a long nights work I made a lot of mistakes listening to the advice of those voices. And several times I was led down the primrose path into delusions of grandeur and other craziness.

It was difficult for me to sort out all of those random thoughts, and distinguish the, "good guys from the bad guys".

It was explained to me by my guides that, "it was against the law" for angels or spirit guides to appear to me or speak to me out loud before I reached a certain level on the path. However, they were allowed to "impress" thoughts upon my mind and show me sign. And they could control animals to guide me and show me certain things.

Indian Guides...

My main problem was that I didn't have enough information to deal with what I was experiencing... and all of it came on so fast. Some of the voices that gave me correct information were very demanding. I would study all day and them the, good guy voices, would insist that I run around in the woods all night, learning new skills.

Survival skills—indian stuff... tracking, reading sign, how to survive in the wilderness, which trees, plants and animals were supportive to men, and which were not, how to tell at a distance if some thing, (man, animal, machine) was friendly or a threat and which direction it was traveling.

I learned to, 'read sign' as the Indians would say. To understand the deeper meaning of things I saw and how they related to me.

A number of my spirit guides were Native American Indians. They were very wise in the ways of nature, natural forces and the human spirit. And they had no sympathy for me when I was exhausted and said, "I'm tired" or "I really need some sleep". The standard reply was, "Sleep then!" and I would be asleep before I hit the ground. Well almost. And when I awoke I would hear something like, "OK, your rested now, let's get going."

They wanted everything done before I even started it... run, run, run. After a bit of training, I could run straight up those mountain sides, sometimes barefoot. Actually, after quite a bit of training.

Going bare foot grounds a person to the earth. This allows certain exchanges between a person, the sun and the earth.

I was taught how to control my body temperature. I was told that if I would bathe every day, summer and winter, in a cold river or creek, I would never be cold. The best I could do was early spring, summer and late fall. When it was really cold I would jump off a rock into a deep pool and scramble out as fast as I could. Not exactly a long leisurely bath but it worked.

Since I was fasting most of the time, or eating very little...just a bit of fruit, being able to stay warm allowed me great freedom. I could wander in the woods for days, sleeping on the ground at night, without discomfort. Part of living a spiritual life is learning about nature and overcoming her limitations.

By now my teeth were expelling their amalgam fillings without decay surrounding them. I have been bald headed since my early thirties, but now my hair was growing back at a rapid rate. When I was injured I felt no pain. I accidentally dropped a forty pound rock on my bare foot and it didn't swell up or bruise and or cause me any pain. No bones were broken.

I began to develop some minor, "powers?" I don't know what to call them. I discovered quite by accident that if I touched the tips of my fingers on the head of a potters wheel with a 100lb fly wheel, the wheel would begin to turn.

I was ascending so fast and lacked the understanding about what was going on to keep my head straight. My head was in a whirl most of the time. My guides said that they were forbidden to explain things to me until I figured out the basic concept. They said that prior explanation would tamper with my freewill. After I understood the general idea about something they were free to fill in the details.

The year I bought my property, I was still very ill. Previously I had been bedridden for nearly a year. The MD's had given up on me. They said I had something wrong with my blood. So I decided that if I was going to get well I would have to cure myself.

I tried all kinds of cures: vitamin C therapy, mineral supplements, mega vitamin therapy, etc. Some helped a little... most were just a waste of money. I finally found Arnold Ehret's book, Mucousless Diet and Healing System, which was about eating a natural raw food diet and fasting to cure dis-ease.

It made sense to me, and I immediately tried it. In 30 days I felt so much better... I just couldn't believe it... after being so very ill for more than a year. It was like walking out of a cloud of fog.

In three months, I was up and around all day, full of energy, and in six months, I felt better than I had since I was a young boy . I was a new man... completely cured. And it didn't’t cost me a thing ... except for the price of food I ate.
I want to back up here a little and tell you about my dis-ease. I knew I was becoming very ill so I went home to stay with my folks. I took long walks along the river, helped around the place a bit, and ate my mother's good cooking. No matter what I did I had this nagging feeling that something was very wrong with me.

I was there two or three weeks, when one night after going to bed, I said a very sincere prayer that ended with, "Dear Lord I will do anything to make my life right." I felt like I began to float up off of the bed, maybe two or three feet. Then all of a sudden I was slammed down on the bed and my body was on fire from head to foot.

It's hard for me to relate how that burning felt. It was terrible... like when you burn your finger or hand very badly... it felt like that all over my body. I was on fire, and there was a great pressure on my face, like something was trying to push my face out the back of my head.

I felt like I had shackles on my wrists and ankles. They were very tight, to the point of pain and they confined my movements. The next day I could only shuffle around and my hands shook so bad I couldn't drink a glass of water. My eyes were so out of focus that I could hardly see. I was very sick and very frightened.

The doctors came and went: an MD several times, a chiropractor a few times, and a psychiatrist once. None of them had any idea what was wrong with me. I finally admitted myself into the local hospital. All kinds of tests were run with no definite answers. All they could find was some kind of abnormality in my blood.

After the tests were run, I don't know how long, the doctor there began to give me medication. Every time he gave something I became worse. After a few days of that, I fumbled around and got myself dressed, shuffled to the front desk and checked myself out. The doctor was furious. He ranted and raved the whole time the nurse was calling my mother to come get me.

I didn't know it at the time that my body was in a extreme cleansing crisis. I later read about a cleansing crisis and the nourishment and elimination cycles of the body. The body is nourished, when you eat, through the gastronomical system, mucus membranes and blood; and when you stop eating or fast the body switches to the elimination cycle and cleanses the body through the same systems: the gastronomical system, mucus membranes and blood.

An extreme cleansing crisis only activates when a person is so polluted with toxins that the body*** is near death or is about to develop some severe chronic dis-ease.

I didn't know anything about the above and when I started having hallucinations, I was really scared. I didn't know that, "what goes in—must come out", if it is toxic or poisonous to the body.

So when the residue of the peyote, I had taken with Indian friends, finally came out and I started seeing and hearing things "that weren't there", I thought I was going crazy.Then I was really, really scared!

By this time the doctors had given up and I had given up on the doctors!
This was when I realized that if a cure to my condition were to be found... I would have to find it.

Well, after a few weeks of terror, the burning calmed down to a dull roar and my shackles loosened a bit, I thought I was well enough to drive a car a little ways. I found the address of a local health food store out in the country and I drove very carefully out there. I needed information... books to cure myself.

I looked all around and over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching me go in that place, only kooks and weirdoes went in a place like that. The prevailing "red neck" opinion and prejudice of that period in Eastern Oregon.

Sacred Mountain...

When I moved to Southern Oregon I rented a cabin in an old motel in a small town near where I later bought my property. I was still pretty ill. I was driving around one day checking out the countryside when I drove past the foot of a mountain and suddenly I had this intense feeling of coming home. This feeling was so pleasant and overwhelming that I pulled my car off of the road and broke down and cried.

Little did I know that I would spend a lot of time later with my Indian guides training on this very mountain side.

My training on that mountain side began the next spring after I moved into my cabin. One day I was experiencing a mind ripple and was very confused. In the late afternoon a new friend was visiting me and when she was getting ready to leave I asked her if she would give me a ride to town.

When we got to town, she asked me where I wanted to go and I asked her if we could drive on a little ways. She nodded her head yes, and we drove on South out of town.

A little ways out of town I saw a scare crow beside the road with it's arm pointing up a side road. I asked her if she would mind driving up that road a ways. After a while we came to the place where I had that intense feeling of coming home. I asked her to stop and let me out because this was the place I wanted to go. I got out and with a, "See ya" and a skeptical look on her face my friend waved goodbye and drove off.

I seems, I had gotten to the foot of the mountain today by inspiration and reading sign. I walked toward the lower slope of the mountain, crossed a railroad track and climbed up on a big rock outside of the barbed wire fence that enclosed the property. When I jumped from the rock over the fence a very strong voice (in my head) said, "You will always enter the mountain at this place." An Indian for sure.

I started climbing the mountain through the scattered trees... there was no trail. It was about sundown by the time I reached a clearing near the top. I was about half way across the clearing when I was attacked by a small Screech Owl.

The owl dived on me hitting my head several times. I dropped to the ground hoping to get away from the owl's attack. The owl immediately flew away. Once on the ground, I decided that it was good place to sleep. I looked around a bit and to my amazement, up the clearing, I saw six or seven white luminous globes floating down the clearing toward me.

They were about the size of a basketball and floated two or three feet off of the ground. The whole globe was illuminated by a soft glow and there were very bright luminous fibers radiating out from the center to the outer surface. The outer surface itself was a soft looking transparent skin.

This was too much for my very tired confused mind and I lost consciousness. I woke up once during the night and the globes still surrounded me on all sides as if to protect me. I thought the globes were probably nature spirits of some kind.

The next morning, long before sunrise, the Screech Owl made one low pass, as if to say, "Time to get up." The white luminous globes were gone. I got up and continued on up the mountain.

When I reached the top I came out an a rocky ridge about fifty yards long. The ridge was curved, angling upward, to the actual round top of the mountain. It was beautiful up there, you could see for miles in every direction.

I walked on up to the center of the relatively flat mountain top where there was a tall snag, which was like a sentinel guarding the mountain. A snag is a dead tree trunk with no limbs. They are usually blackened by the fire that killed the tree. This snag was silver-gray and not blackened.

As I stood looking around at the country side below, a voice said to me, "Look for a garden." I looked all around the mountain top, there was nothing like a garden. I said aloud, "I don't see any garden." Again the voice spoke, "Look further down."

I started down the mountain on the east side and there it was. There was no doubt in my mind that I had found the garden. It was not what you would usually think of as being a garden. There was a long gully cut in the mountain side. It was about fifty to seventy five feet long, about twenty feet wide and ten feet deep.

There was a small Madrone tree about twenty five feet tall growing exactly in the center of the garden. The tree was beautifully shaped and the barkless skin was red like all Madrone trees.The trees limbs came down to about three feet off of the ground.

There was a row of poison oak bushes along the top of the North bank. There were young cedar trees ten to fifteen feet tall scattered about on top of both sides of gully. There was a deer trail leading down into the garden to a hollowed out place about four feet across where the deer had dusted themselves or slept.

The voice spoke to me again saying, "You may enter the garden... take off your shoes, because this is sacred ground." "You are not to touch the tree in the center."

I took off my shoes and walked very slowly down into the garden. When I reached the bottom the voice spoke again, "Find the throne." I looked all around and could see nothing that could possibly be considered a throne.

I thought to myself that the throne must be on the other side of the tree. I looked around the tree for a way past but the limbs grew out to the bank on both sides. The only way to get to the other side of the tree was to crawl under it. I got down on my hands and knees and very slowly and carefully crawled under the tree to the other side and stood up.

This end of the garden was open to the sunrise. If you wanted you could walk out the end and down the mountainside. It was about thirty feet from the tree to the East end of the garden. About half way from the tree to the end was a small boulder about twenty inches high. This big rock was about eighteen inches in diameter, had a flat top and several straight sides down to the ground.

"You may sit on the throne." And I did. I walked to the rock turned around and sat down facing the tree. I didn't know which direction I should be facing. I thought about it a bit and decided that facing toward the tree was right, except maybe, I would sit the other way to watch a sunrise.

I sat there for awhile thinking about what was happening. I was still pretty confused by the affects of the mind ripple. I thought that a throne implied a king... and I certainly did not consider my self any kind of a king... or for that matter any kind of a special person.

Then again, I was guided there by reading sign, being attacked by an obviously controlled owl, an by listening to the inner voices of spiritual guides. I didn't know or hadn't heard of anyone fasting until they were skin and bones... except Buddha.

And I was following God's law as written in Genesis, "And the fruit of the tree shall be your meat." So maybe I was a bit special... but certainly no king. I sat there a while thinking over what I was experiencing. It was really something!

Finally I stood up and walked back to the tree and carefully crawled back under it to the other side. I stood again and looked around. A quietly beautiful place. I felt very honored to be there.

I noticed that there was a deer trail from the hollowed out place to the top of the other side, the side opposite to the one I came down. I was really tired, mystified and quite confused by all that was happening. I decided that I should go home.

I was standing about the middle, equal distance between the sides of the garden. I took a couple of steps to the trail and turned to go up the opposite side from the one I came down. I took a step, maybe two, and then stepped into some kind of a force field. I was really shocked and maybe a bit terrified.

I could see the force field swirling around me, it seemed about three feet across. I could see out of it to the trees around the garden. I couldn't tell how high it went. At the outside of the swirling mass there were tiny illuminated gold tadpole shaped things. They were not very close together... maybe four inches apart, in a random pattern.

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To be continued...

I saw her standing
In a meadow
In her bare feet
The breeze lifted her long hair
Her face was as sweet as a sunrise
She turned and saw me
I said, "Hi Sis"
She smiled and nodded
She seemed to glow
I glanced away
When I looked back she was gone.