TOUCHING THE EAGLES

Early Morning
I was half asleep. half awake and I heard beautiful music. I heard three words. "Include the music". I listened. I heard nine more words. "In the book, in your work, in your life".

I awoke and sat up in bed. There was no music playing in the house. I got. up. showered, shaved, said goodbye to Darren, who was the only one at home, and started up my car to begin the journey back home to Salmon Arm. I looked at the clock. 10:33 A.M.

"You were given an extra hour to sleep", I was told by the guides.

I checked the mileage. The kilometers on my car ended in 963. As I drove away I recalled a dream I had during the night in which I was to go to the third restaurant. I thought this dream was related to the dream I had while in Calgary.

On the Number One Trans Canada Hignway I decided to stop for breakfast at the first restaurant I came to. I drove for an hour and arrived at Chilliwack, where I pulled off into a shopping center to find a restaurant. I parked and went to two restaurants, however, since it was Sunday, both were closed.

A Sandstone Gallery of Minerals & Crystals
"Keep Going," the guides informed me.

Back on the highway I travelled until i came to a restaurant at Bridal Falls. I went in and ordered breakfast. As I waited for my breakfast I noticed a beautiful amethyst rock formation in the form of a cave. Since I have a similar but smaller one at home, I was interested in this one. I went over to it and wrote down the inscription on the plaque.

"Amethyst Cornucopia - Brazil. This hollow geode was formed when minerals dissolved by acidic ground water, began to deposit as quartz on the interior walls of a natural cavity in volcanic rock".

I noticed a young girl at the cashier's stand watching me.

"You are to talk to her," the guides informed me.

"Hello", she said.

We talked.

Lorry and her identical twin sister had worked at the restaurant for four years. There were five children in her family. Besides her twin sister, she had an older sister, an older brother and a younger brother. They lived in nearby Agassiz. Lorry and her twin sister turned eighteen in April.

Loory will be graduating from Grade Twelve soon and in September will be going to the British Columbia Institute of Technology in Burnaby to begin training to become a legal secretary.

As I completed writing the inscription, the owner/manager of the combined restaurant, gasoline station, giftware shop and rock shop came over and asked me why I was interested in the amethyst quartz formation. . She took me to her back room museum, a sandstone gallery of minerals and crystals.

Several days earlier I was told in a dream that I would be given a signal of an eagle in physical form. As soon as I saw the beautiful bronze eagle on the shelf I knew it was mine. I purchased it and it now stands proudly in my meditation room. I also purchased a beautiful piece of amethyst quartz crystal as a gift for another person and three rose colored pieces of quartz ctystals.

Four Bicycles in One Car Trunk
Back on the road again I travelled towards Hope. I approached a parked car and noticied four fellows dis-assembling bicycles and stowing them in the trunk of a car.

"Talk to them", I was told.

The four men were all around age thirty and lived in the Vancouver area. They had just returned from a cycling trip on the new Coquihalla Highway which opened a few days ago.

They identified themselves as Ken, Doug, Jim and John and I made a comment on how common their names were.

"Well, we're pretty common guys", one of them replied.

One of the fellows, John, a denturist in Delta gave me his business card.

Helen Returning Home
I arrived at Hope and looked at the clock. 1:33 P.M. The voices continued.

"A female is hitchhiking up the road. You are to pick her up." I continued on and about one half mile up the road I came upon a young Indian lady wearing a red jacket. I stopped.

"Hi. I'm supposed to pick you up". I told her. Helen was a Native Okanagan Indian returning home to Oliver after attending N.I.T.E.P. (Native Indian Teachers Education Program) on a university extension program at the Chilliwack Centre. Her training was preparing her to teach Indian children on her own Reserve. She had worked as a teacher in the Pentiction School District tutoring Indian children. Her goal is to open up a Band controlled school on her own Reserve (the Inkameep Reserve) to teach Indian children.

Helen was a single parent and had two children; a daughter Yvonne, age fifteen, and a son, Kalum, age nine.

Helen was with me for three hours and thirty minutes until I dropped her off at her home in Oliver.

Lana
On the way to Oliver I stopped at Princeton for gas. As the young girl was filling out my gas slip the guides spoke to me.

"Her, talk to her." Lana, age seventeen, had worked at the self serve gas station for only two weeks. She was just finishing grade twelve and in September would be going to the School of Hairdressing in Kamloops. A very pleasant young person to talk to, she enjoys skiing, swimming nd reading.

I arrived at Princeton at 3:06 P.M., had a coffee at a restaurant on 3rd Street and left Princeton at 3:33 all in keeping with the three energy.

We'll Always Be Together - Coco
After dropping Helen off at Oliver I headed north on Highway 97. The guides informed me that something interesting would happen at 5:33. I travelled on and the time on the clock turned to 5:32. Then I saw a young Indian fellow hitchhiking. It was obvious that he had been drinking and appeared quite drunk.

"Pick him up," the guides told me as if it were an order.

As soon as I stopped to pick him up the clock in my car turned to 5:33. He got in.

Brian, alias Coco, was a Sioux Indian from Minneapolis. He told ne he would be twenty-seven next month He was on his way to his mother's home which was on the Indian Reserve in Penticton. I drove him there and he invited me into his mother's home where I met his mother and step-father. I felt proud to have been invited into their home.

After a short visit Coco decided he would like to go with me as far as the Indian Reserve at Westside.

Coco was a very interesting and entertaining young man. He spoke to me in his own Indian language and sang to me in his traditional Indian language which was a real treat for me.

He talked of his goal of quitting drinking and to work with young Indian people to help them to overcome alcohol and drug problems. The guides informed me that Coco has a special purpose and mission in life. They wanted me to tell him this.

Coco was impressed by me and liked me. He requested we stop by the lake so that he could offer an Indian prayer to the Great Spirit. We stopped at Sun-Oka Beach at a provincial park. We walked down to the waters edge and touched the water. Coco said a wonderful prayer in his Indian language>

When we got back to the car I asked Coco what the prayer meant. He recited the following.

"I just made it up," he replied with a smile.

I replied, "Yes, my friend, we will always be together."

He drew me a feather as his symbol of strength, protection and guidance.

Coco told me that his Indian name means "Come Close Sky" and that his mother's name is Rachel and her Indian name is "Smiling Face".

My Rainbow - Another Gift
Driving along with Coco the sun suddenly came out and shone over the lake. I looked at the car clock. 6:33 P.M.

"Unbelievable," I thought. "All I need now is a rainbow.

"Three minutes up the road," I was informed by the guides.

We rounded a curve as I looked out over the lake. A beautiful rainbow could be seen in the north over the lake directly in front of us. I looked at the clock. 6:36. Another promise fulfilled.

I stopped at a tourist pull over spot near a sandy beach and parked. Coco and I looked at the colorful rainbow. The reoad sign read Peachland. I dropped Coco off at his friend's home on the Tsinstikeptum Indian Reserve on Westside Road across the lake from Kelowna.

As I drove across the floating bridge into Kelowna I noticed the beautiful rainbow directly in front of me. Driving into Kelowna I felt I was given a very special gift by having been with Coco for this short period.

Beyond the Rainbow
On Day Five while at home the guides mentally showed me the route I was to take to Vancouver. I was told to travel via the Fraser Canyon on the trip to Vancouver and to return home via the Hope/Pronceton Highway and travel through Kelowna. I was to stay off the mew Coquihalla Highway connecting Hope to Kamloops.

I was told I would be contacting a close friend in Kelowna. At that time I entertained the thought of phoning Faye and was told by the guides that I need not do so, since she would be home when I arrived in Kelowna. I called Faye from a restaurant and she came right over.

While at the Monroe Institute in Virginia we previewed the Dialogue One tape of Ramtha. At that time the guides informed me that I would receive both Dialogue One and Two upon returning back home. Faye had the tapes I wanted and I had several of Lazaris which I had purchased in Vancouver which she wanted. We were able to exchange tapes.

Faye also receives inner guidance through the listening process and is currently writing her own book, which is entitled, 'Beyond the Rainbow'. Her book is being dictated to her by her guides.

Faye told me that her life is following the number nine path. Her house number adds up to nine, and her birthday and name numbers both add up to nine. She told me that her life has always been full of nines. The meaning of the nine to her was completion, fulfillment and unity.

So it seems fitting and appropriate that Faye by my last contact during my 'Nine Days in May'.

After a short visit with Faye and her busband Coney at their home I began the final leg of my journey, the sixty-six miles to my home town of Salmon Arm

Mission Completed
Driving along I looked at the clock. 9:09 P.M. The guides wanted me to stop by the side of the road at 9:33 that something would happen. I was following behind several cars.

"Keep your pace in line." I was told. "And your timing will be right on".

I did as I was told.

At 9:33 precisely I arrived at a tourist pull-off point overlooking beautiful Kalamalka Lake south of Vernon. Kalamalka means "Lake of Many Colors" and is a beautiful place on a sunny day.

I parked and stepped out of my car. It was dark, quite cloudy and overcast. As I stood on the lookout point overlooking the lake I waited for something mystical to happen. I thought that I would not be surprised if a bright light came down out of the sky, or if a UFO spacecraft landed, or if I saw the ogopogo in the lake. Legend has it that an ogopogo lives in the waters in the Okanagan.

After a few minutes i sat in my car. I looked at the clock. 9:42. Nine minutes had passed I had a strong feeling to meditate for nine minutes. I did so, gave thanks to the Great Creator, and felt that the book 'Nine Days in May' was complete.

As I started up my car and pulled away I heard the voice of my guides.

"Go in peace".

Alahoy.

EPILOGUE

Leaving Vernon I noticed a young girl hitchhiking.

"Pick her up." I was told.

"O.K." I thought, "But the book has been completed."

Nancy, age twenty-five was returning home after attending an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. She had been sober in the fellowship of AA for almost nine months. I expressed to her that I had been sober in AA since October 7, 1964 and then she felt more at ease from accepting a ride.

Nancy was born in Carberry, Manitoba and has lived in Vernon for the past twenty years. The guides instructed me to include her in the book. I agreed. The guides instructed me to give her a gift. I signed a "24 Hours a Day" book and gave it to her as a gift. I let her off and in my headlights I saw her looking at the book as she walked the short distance to her home.

Driving away I was pleased to have made another wonderful contact.

"Pick him up." the guides spoke again.

"Oh no, not again," I thought. "My nine days are complete. Well, it won't hurt to give him a ride."

Brad appeared on the road as I left Nancy. He was employed at the Parks and Recreation Department office in a small community near Vernon. Brad would be thirty on July 9th and is happily married with two girls, ages nine and eleven.

As I let Brad off I looked at the clock. 10:33.

"Nine Days complete at last," I thought.

Then I heard the voice in my ear.Yashah, this work in just beginning.