I suddenly recalled seeing Feyman’s Birth Vision. Now it all made perfect sense: the view of Hell, understanding the obsessive trance states that humans use to ward off fear, seeing the ring of souls as they tried to intervene. And then observing Feyman’s original intention.
“He is one of us!” I shouted. “I know what he intended to do! In actuality, he came to break through his need for power; he wanted to prevent the destruction that could be caused by the generators and the other new technology. He saw himself meeting with us in the darkness. He’s the sixth member of this group.”
Maya leaned forward. “This works just like in the process of healing. We have to image him remembering what he is really here to do.” She glanced at me. “That helps break the fear block, the trance, at every level.”
As we began to concentrate on including Feyman and his men, our energy leaped forward. The night became illuminated and we could clearly see Feyman and two men on the hill. The soul groups seemed to move more closely into focus, appearing more humanlike, while at the same time we became more luminescent, like them. From the left, more soul groups seemed to be joining.
“It’s Feyman’s soul group!” Charlene said. “And the soul groups of the two men with him!”
As the energy increased, the massive hologram of the World Vision again encircled us.
“Focus on Feyman and the others the way we focused on each other,” Maya shouted. “Visualize that they remember.”
I turned slightly and faced the three men. Feyman was still working furiously at his computer, the other two men looking on. The hologram encircled them as well, especially the image of each person awakening at this historical moment to his or her true purpose. As we watched, the forest was cast in a perceptible field of swirling, amber energy, which seemed to pass through Feyman and his associates. Simultaneously I saw the same wisps of white light that had protected Curtis and Maya and me hovering over the men, and afterward the white streaks of light grew in size and began to emanate outward in all directions, disappearing finally into the distance. After a few minutes the ground tremors and strange sounds stopped. A breeze blew the last of the dust toward the south.
One of the men stopped watching Feyman and eased away from us into the trees. For several seconds Feyman continued to work on his keyboard, then gave up in frustration. He looked down at us and picked up the computer, cradling it gently with his left arm. With the other hand, he pulled out a handgun and began to walk our way. The other man, armed with an automatic weapon, followed.
“Don’t let go of the image,” Maya cautioned.
When they were twenty feet away, Feyman set the computer down and punched at the keyboard again, keeping the pistol ready. Several large rocks, loosened earlier, broke free and crashed into the pool.
“You didn’t come here to do this,” Charlene said softly. The rest of us focused on his face.
The operative, keeping his weapon aimed at us, walked closer to Feyman and said, “We can’t do anything else here. Let’s go.”
Feyman waved him off, then began to type angrily again.
“Nothing is working,” Feyman yelled at us. “What are you doing?” He looked at the operative. “Shoot them!” he screamed. “Shoot them!”
For an instant the man looked at us coldly. Then, shaking his head, he backed away and disappeared into the rocks.
“You were born to prevent this destruction from happening,” I said.
He dropped the gun to his side and stared at me. For an instant his face lightened, appearing exactly as I had seen it during his Birth Vision. I could tell he was remembering something. Seconds later a look of fright swept across his face, turning quickly into anger. He grimaced and held his stomach, then turned and retched onto the rocks beside him.
Wiping his mouth, he raised the gun again. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do to me, but it won’t work.” He took several steps forward, then seemed to lose energy. The gun fell to the ground. “It doesn’t matter, you know? There are other forests. You people can’t be at all of them. I’m going to make this generator work. Do you understand? You’re not taking this away from me!”
He stumbled backward a few feet, then turned and ran into the darkness.
When we reached the hill above the bunker, a great wave of relief swept through the group. After Feyman had left, we had cautiously made our way back to the site of the experiment, not knowing what we would find. Now, as we looked, the bunker area was aglow with dozens of truck lights. Most of the vehicles bore the insignia of the Forest Service, although the FBI was represented, along with the local Sheriff’s Department.
I crawled forward several more feet on the crest of the hill and looked closely to see if anyone was being interrogated or held in any of the cars. They all looked empty. The door of the bunker was open and officers seemed to be going in and out as if investigating a crime scene.
“They’ve all left,” Curtis said, leaning forward on his knees and gazing past the trunk of a large tree. “We stopped them.”
Maya turned and sat down. “Well, at least we stopped them here. They won’t try the experiment again in this valley.”
“But Feyman was right,” David said, looking at the rest of us. “They can go to some other place, and no one will know.” He stood up. “I’ve got to go in there. I’ll tell them the whole story.”
“Are you crazy?” Curtis said, walking up to him. “What if the government is part of this?”
“The government is just people,” David replied. “Not all of them are involved.”
Curtis stepped up closer. “There has to be another way. I’m not letting you go in there.”
“There will be someone in one of those agencies who will listen to us,” David said. “I’m sure of it.”
Curtis was silent.
Charlene was leaning on a rock several feet away, and said, “He’s right. Someone could be in just the right position to help.”
Curtis shook his head, grappling with his thoughts. “That might be true, but you’ll need someone with you who can accurately describe the technology…”
“That means you’ll have to go too,” David said.
Curtis managed to return a smile. “Okay, I’ll go with you but only because we have an ace in the hole.”
“What?” David asked.
“A guy that we left tied up back in a cave.”
David put a hand on his shoulder. “Come on, you can tell me about it on the way. Let’s see what happens.”
After anxious good-byes to the rest of us, they moved away to the right to approach the bunker site from another direction.
Suddenly Maya whispered loudly for them to wait.
“I’m going too,” she said. “I’m a physician; people know me in the area. You might need a third witness.”
The three of them looked at Charlene and me, obviously wondering if we might join them as well.
“Not me,” Charlene said. “I think I’m needed elsewhere.”
I also declined and asked them not to mention us. They agreed and then walked away toward the lights.
Left alone, Charlene and I met eyes. I recalled the deep feeling I had experienced toward her in the other dimension. She was taking a step toward me, about to speak, when both of us detected a flashlight fifty yards to our right.
Carefully we moved deeper into the trees. The light changed position and headed right toward us. We kept still and low to the ground. As the light approached, I began to hear a lone voice, someone apparently talking to himself. I knew this person; it was Joel.
I caught Charlene’s eye. “I know who it is,” I whispered. “I think we should talk to him.”
She nodded.
When he was twenty feet away, I called out his name.
He stopped and shined his light toward us. Recognizing me immediately, he walked over and crouched down where we were.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked.
“There’s not much left back there,” h
e replied, pointing toward the bunker. “There’s an underground laboratory over there that has been completely cleaned out. I thought I would try to go to the falls; but when I got out there in the dark I changed my mind.”
“I thought you were leaving the area,” I said. “You were so skeptical.”
“I know. I was going to leave, but I… well, I had a dream that disturbed me. I thought I’d better stay and try to help. The Forest Service people thought I was crazy, but then I ran into a deputy from the county Sheriff’s Department. Someone had sent him a message, so we came out here together. That’s when we found this laboratory.”
Charlene and I looked at each other, then I briefly told Joel about the confrontation with Feyman and the eventual outcome.
“They were creating that much damage?” Joel asked. “Was anyone hurt?”
“I don’t think so,” I replied. “We were lucky.”
“And how long ago did your friends go down there?”
“Just a few minutes ago.”
He looked at both of us. “You’re not going in yourselves?”
I shook my head. “I thought it would be better if we watched how the authorities handle all this, without their knowing.”
Charlene’s expression confirmed that she felt the same way.
“Good thinking,” Joel said, looking back toward the bunker site. “I think I had better get back down there, though, just so they’ll know the press is aware of those three witnesses. How can I get in touch with you?”
“We’ll call you,” Charlene said.
He handed me a card, nodded to Charlene, and headed toward the bunker.
Charlene caught my eye. “He was the seventh person in the group, wasn’t he?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
We were silent with our thoughts for a moment, then Charlene said, “Come on, let’s try to get back to town.”
We had walked for almost an hour when suddenly we heard the sound of songbirds, dozens of them, somewhere to our right. Dawn was just breaking and a cool mist rose from the forest floor.
“Now what?” Charlene asked.
“Look over there,” I said. Through a break in the trees to the north was a huge, old poplar, perhaps eight feet in diameter. In the half-light of daybreak, the area around the tree appeared brighter somehow, as if the sun, still below the horizon, had been in position to burst through to radiate downward on that one spot.
I experienced the sense of warmth that had grown so familiar.
“What is it?” Charlene asked.
“It’s Will” I said. “Let’s go over there.”
When we were within ten feet, Wil peeked around the tree, smiling broadly. He had changed; what was it? As I continued to study his body, I realized that his luminosity was the same, but he was now more clearly in focus.
He hugged us both.
“Were you able to see what happened?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said. “I was there with the soul groups; I saw everything.”
“You’re in sharper focus. What did you do?”
“It wasn’t what I did,” he replied. “It was what you and the group did, especially Charlene.”
“What do you mean?” Charlene asked.
“When the five of you increased your energy, and consciously remembered most of the World Vision, you lifted this whole valley into a higher vibratory pattern. It rose closer to the vibratory level of the Afterlife, which means that I now appear clearer to you, as you appear clearer to me. Even the soul groups will become more readily visible in this valley now.”
I looked hard at Wil. “Everything we’ve seen in this valley, everything that has happened. It’s all the Tenth Insight, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “These same experiences are occurring to people all over the planet. After we grasp the first nine Insights, each of us is left at the same place—trying to live this reality day-to-day, in the face of what seems to be a growing pessimism and divisiveness all around us. But at the same time, we are continuing to gain a greater perspective and clarity about our spiritual situation, about who we really are. We know we are awakening to a much larger plan for planet Earth.
“The Tenth is about maintaining our optimism and staying awake. We’re learning to better identify and believe in our own intuitions, knowing that these mental images are fleeting recollections of our original intention, of how we wanted our lives to evolve. We wanted to follow a certain path in life, so that we could finally remember the truth that our life experiences are preparing us to tell, and bring this knowledge into the world.
“We are now seeing our lives from the higher perspective of the Afterlife. We know that our individual adventures are occurring within the context of the long history of human awakening. With this memory, our lives are grounded, put into context; we can see the long process through which we have been spiritualizing the physical dimension, and what we have left to do.”
Wil paused momentarily and moved closer to us. “Now we will see if enough groups like this one come together and remember, if enough people around the world grasp the Tenth. As we have seen, it is now our responsibility to keep the intention, to ensure the future.
“The polarization of Fear is still rising, and if we are to resolve it and move on, each of us must participate personally. We must watch our thoughts and expectations very carefully, and catch ourselves every time we treat another human being as an enemy. We can defend ourselves, and restrain certain people, but if we dehumanize them, we add to the Fear.
“We all are souls in growth; we all have an original intention that is positive; and we can all remember. Our responsibility is to hold that idea for everyone we meet. That’s the true Interpersonal Ethic; that’s how we uplift, that’s the contagion of the new awareness that is encircling the planet. We either fear that human culture is falling apart, or we can hold the Vision that we are awakening. Either way, our expectation is a prayer that goes out as a force that tends to bring about the end we envision. Each of us must consciously choose between these two futures.”
Wil seemed to drift into thought, and in the background, against the far ridge toward the south, I caught sight again of the streaks of white light.
“With all that was happening,” I said, “I never asked you about these movements of white light. Do you know what they are?”
Wil smiled, and reached out and gently touched both of our shoulders. “They’re the angels,” he said. “They respond to our faith and vision and make miracles. They seem to be a mystery even to those in the Afterlife.”
At that moment I was seized by a mental image of a community, somewhere in a valley much like this one. Charlene was there, and others, including many children.
“I think we are supposed to understand the angels next,” Wil continued, gazing out toward the north as if seeing an image of his own. “Yes, I’m sure of it. Are you two coming?”
I gazed at Charlene, whose look confirmed that she had seen the same vision as I.
“I don’t think so,” she said.
“Not right now,” I added.
Without speaking Wil pulled us into a brief embrace, then turned and walked away. At first, I was reluctant to let him go, but I remained silent. A part of me realized this journey was far from over. Soon, I knew, we would see him again.
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