More Spiritual Messages

Towards the end of my mission, I was sitting on a hilltop overlooking the Las Angeles basin.  It was an unusually clear night and one could see the line of lights that stretched for nearly a hundred miles in both directions. 

I felt my mind expanding as I saw the giant network of technology that kept this vast metropolitan area alive.  I saw the tricks bringing food from distant farms, the power lines, the gas mains and the sewer systems.  I saw the California aqueduct bringing water from northern California and the system that pumped it into storage reservoirs and over the mountains.  I was in awe.  It seemed like one vast living organism.

Then, into the image that had formed in my mind I saw a giant hand appear holding a pair of scissors.  It cut the power lines and the entire place went black for a short period of time.  Then, it lit up again, but this time it was fires burning as people burned, looted and killed each other.  The entire area burned to the ground.  This was my second vision of the collapse of the power grid.

Because of these waking visions, I spent years learning skills that most people have long forgotten.  Not just herbal medicine, but gardening, food preservation and outdoor survival skills.  It was hard for me to get excited about the material thinks that so many people my age were completely caught up in. 

After the year 2000 passed without incident, I began to feel that I had wasted my time and energy.  I began to think, this stuff is never going to happen.  I should have been more practical.  I could have focused more on my career. 

Then, on the morning of September 11^th, 2001, I awoke suddenly with a message form Spirit similar to the one I had received nearly 30 years earlier.  My previous visions flashed again across my mind, as did all the things I'd learned because of them.  Then, the voice spoke again and said, “Today begins the period of time you have been preparing for your whole life.  All of the knowledge you have acquired is going to be become increasingly valuable from this day forward.”

I lay in bed for a time, pondering this message.  Then, the phone rang.  It was my friend Kim Balas, calling from the East Coast.  “Turn on the TV,” she stated emphatically.  She was talking so excitedly that I couldn't make out what she was saying.  But, I turned on the TV to see the images of a plane striking one of the twin towers in New York.  That voice spoke again and said, “Welcome to the Pearl Harbor of World War III.” 

Since that day, I have watched our country slide steadily downhill.  I am seeing things I was told would happen years ago starting to happen.  I have begun to feel that I must open my mouth and warn people.  I must start sharing with them the rest of what I know.  So, that's what I plan to do in the months that lie ahead.